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[celestialgaea]

hope ur doing ok and all !! sending much love,, miss ur fics !

I miss all of you too!! I have been very demotivated to write for the past months and I don't think a new fanfiction will come up in the next months. I'll be hospitalized in a mental hospital and any kind of devices are not allowed :( the assassins creed fanfictions and this blog are one of the greatest things of my life and it torments me not finding the energy to write. I have halfly written drafts of requested fanfics waiting for me and whenever I decide to write I am only capable of writing a sentence or two before collapsing into a lifeless lump. I really hope to find my lust to write again very soon. I love you all x

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Assassin’s Creed Challenge: [2/7] Soundtracks → Assassin’s Creed 2 | Composer: Jesper Kyd

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For the people who have requested fanfictions, they are on their way towards you, but It'll take some time as I have to study for my upcoming re-examinations. Thank you for your patience, sexies.

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hello, noticed ur requests r open! is it okay if I could ask for a fic of Ezio/F!Reader with the theme of jealousy coming from Ezio? thank you if you accept my request! your works are amazing!

I have been wanting to fulfill this request for such a long time but I went through quite a rough period and I always felt the guilt of letting you wait linger upon me. I am so sorry for letting you wait. I have not forgotten you, your request was always in the back of my mind and I'm grateful for finally being able to write again!

I hope you enjoy the fanfiction!

(Request) Ezio Auditore x F!Reader // Jealousy

Warnings: (slight) mature content

Pairings: Ezio Auditore x (Female) Reader

summary: You are Leonardo's apprentice and have gotten the assignment to draw the naked male body from different perspectives. But when Ezio is paying a visit to Leonardo he doesn't seem very delighted with his lover drawing another man's private part.

You had underestimated the assignment. When Leonardo first told you about drawing a naked man you hadn't perceived the false comfort of your own assurance, who convinced you into thinking that seeing a fully bare stranger is nothing but the nature of a human being, as an illusion. Until the horrific scene of the young male, probably in his early twenties, slowly discarding himself off his clothes manifested itself behind a wooden changing screen.

Your mind kept replaying the former scene of the young male talking in slight shock to your maestro about how the apprentice was a women. A women that would create an image of his private part underneath the blunt end of her charcoal stick. During the open conversation, as the man was not ashamed of his shock whose cause leant more towards the fear of visible arousal than the mysogenistic side, his face and neck began to change into a more reddish skintone.

'Y/N,' Leonardo whispered, pointing towards his chest. 'Cover a bit of your chest, Ragazza. The poor man is quite...weak. I don't want you to get horrified.' You scoffed as you pulled up the fabric of the nightgown underneath your dress. 'Forgive me, maestro, for showing fertility.' You mocked. Leonardo shook his head, as if he were trying to remove his excessive thoughts to make more room for your shameless remarks. 'Ragazza, you know that I have no problem with your breasts, and i'm sure you know why, But this kid is as mature as the mosquitos that flied above Cleopatra's head during a scorching summer night. Be prepared that his "pride" might show itself."

Your heart began beating faster at just the mere thought of it, and the rustles of the male's fabric rubbing against each other as they fell onto the ground, entangled into one big flood of linen and leather, made his presence very clear and thus brought tension in the air that encircled you. 'Giovanni, Dannazione, are you almost done, boy? You're taking too long!' 'Maestro, no!' You whispered as annoyance took a hold of your voice. 'Ragazza, time is precious. And in these times of uncertainty I cannot lose any more.' And with that he turned his back to you and walked towards his desk not far away from your seat. You noticed how Leonardo's slouch has grown heavier over the past months, and his neck was more bent, as if it was bowing to his brain; the holder of his talent and geniusness.

Even though your eyes kept flickering through the various parchments filled with unfinished sketches and scrabbles you were still able to see the faint and disorted sillhouette of Giovanni walking from behind the changing screen towards the small wooden stage in front of you. His feet seemed humid as they loosened themselves from the floor with a sound similar to wallpaper being pulled away from a tacky wall. The boy slowly uncovered his private part, exposing a dark bush of intertwined curls, but when a knock on the door disturbed him he quickly covered himself again as the door was getting pierced by his anxious eyes. You regretted looking at it.

'Maestro, who is visiting?' You heard the sighs of parchment before Leonardo scurried towards the door.

'Ah. It's good to see you my friend!'

'It's good to see you too, mio amico.' The sonorous voice whose melodious words and promiscues groans swiftly danced towards you to embrace you in its tenderness was only able to come from one person only; Ezio Auditore. And it seemed that the young man wasn't fond of Ezio's presence.

'Maestro, I thought no one was allowed to disturb?' Giovanni's voice was a batter of shame and growing annoyance as he stood there with only his hands to cover his private part. Ezio glared at you. He saw you, he observed you, viewed you with spurned astonisment and the displeased look in his eyes made you grasp onto the understandment of why he was as fearsome as he was charming.

'I am unsure wether to turn to leonardo or you for an explanation, mia cara.' Leonardo had his hands up, almost touching Ezio's chest. 'Ezio, I have given her the assignment to draw a naked man.' 'Then why didn't you ask to draw me in nudity? There would be more flesh to capture than what that boy beholds.' Ezio surrenered himself uncontrollably to his impulses and attacked the poor Giovanni with his spit-filled words . 'Ezio, leave the boy out of this! He hasn't done anything and secondly; do not begin with the "Then why didn't you ask me", Because you know how scheduled you are. This is merely for educational reasons.' It felt sinful to get enraged with Ezio, but he had never behaved this attacking towards an innocent man. Along with his birth came his short temperance and even during the scorching season of maturing the searings left by his short temperance refused to heal.

'Educational purposes?' Ezio pulled at the leather skin of his gloves on top of his index finger as if he was planning on slapping the vulnurable model with it. 'Since when did looking at a cazzo become an educational enlightment?' The gloves were put on the table -Thank the Lord- together with his defected hidden blade. Ezio walked, no, he stomped towards a wooden chair that stood desolated in a corner collecting the flying dust and bits of dried paint that fell of a "failed", as the old man is still a perfectionist, da Vinci painting that towered above the chair.

Ezio let the chair ballance on its two front legs and allowed his dissatisfaction to guide his hand as it smacked the pieces of paint and dust particles off of its sitting surface. And how surprisingly odd it may seemed, you felt the muscles around your lower stomach contract in an ebb and flow that left trails along the flesh of your womanhood. He was angry, and so were you, and yet you felt aroused by him just uttering his jealousy to a lonely and motionless chair. For a few seconds you visualized those same rough hands whispering against the surrface of your weeping arse before turning them into a lovely shade of red. Ezio carried the chair and let its feet hit the ground next to you.

'Ezio, what are you intending to do?'

'Accompanying you.'

Oh, how he liked blending himself within the schemes of colours so his robes of red and white were the most appealing to look at.

'I do not need company. I'm doing very well on my own.' Ezio's fingers ran along your clothed thigh and gripped it sturdily. The lack of shame was transparant on him, removing the presence of Leonardo and Giovanni out of his realm of reality, as the humid warmth of his breath hugged your ear lobe.

'Ragazza, stop being hard-headed. I'm surprised that the boy is able to remain his excitement in custody. When I was his age,' 'Your cazzo had impregnated almost half of Firenze's youth. Not everyone is as rebellious as you were.' To your surprise, Ezio had remained silent. It seemed as though the sudden flare up of the middle aged consciousness had possessed him again and the teasing hand was removed from your thigh to fill in his crossed arms. His boyish teases were vanished. The man in his mid forties had appeared again; the outer corner of his eyes were folded into deepened curtains, the corners of his mouth were surrounded by the crescent-shaped smile lines which vitalized the apples of his cheek and if you looked at it with a certain view, not through the eyes of a classical artist, but through the eyes of a daydreamer, a madman, or a child you could play with the lines and follow it until his cheek slowly transfomed into a smooth segment of a rock being caressed by the spirals and curls of waves or maybe strands of hairs or whatever can be curly and spirally. Ezio grunted, focusing on the model, especially his croth area.

'Come one,' Ezio leant in to whisper in your ear, again.

'My cazzo is way more appealing to look at than his.'

'Ezio!'

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(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader//  Post Coital Mornings

Warnings: fluff, really soft smut, age gap, a tiny bit of angst

Pairings: (40 year old/ older) Jacob Frye x Reader

Summary: On an early morning after a night of passionate love making the dilemma seem to haunt you again, until Jacob pulls you out of it with his intimacy.

disclaimer: If you’re uncomfortable with age gaps then I advice you to scroll further. Also, I didn’t write this fanfic to romanticize age gaps but to entertain the AC community with a fanfic that includes a protagonist with the age that has been canonically included. 

A/N: I am still alive. I cannot explain how sorry I am for not immediately publishing request and writing new fanfictions. I really love doing this for you guys and also for myself, but the past months have been getting rougher and rougher. I do not want to give up this passion and I hope I can still do this for a very long time (There are a lot of drafts is till have to publish, so dont worry, there will be enough to read.). I just find it sad how the AC community is slowly dying compared to it during the 2010s (it was like the prime age for AC fanfiction.) But alas, anyways, enjoy the fanfic :) And sorry if it’s a little too short!

He was staring at you. No, not staring; Observing you. Admiring the curvature of your bare back as you sat at the edge of your mattress, chugging down a glass of water. You didn’t seem to do anything afterwards either, just staring down your lap whilst your hand kneaded the solid mattress in its grip. Jacob assumed that you weren’t planning on returning to the comfort of the bed very soon, he was slightly worried. Hidden inside of his subconciousness there was a worry about last night, a small intursive thought that convinced him of his performance in bed. Jacob didn’t want to break his own pride by assumptions, God forbid. 

He pushed himself up before opening the cover of the bed and pushed himself towards you with his knees. You felt how they slithered around your naked thighs, his manhood touching your back, and the warm desire of his embrace enveloped your torso. 

Jacob didn’t speak. The only sounds that he emitted were the swallows of nothingness and the bundle of hot breaths he breathed through his nose as he rested his burning cheek upon your shoulder, rubbing the sides of your arms. His hands weren’t soft, they never were. Yhey felt rough, as if a thin layer of glue had dried onto his skin. But you didn’t complain though. His hands may be rough but they softened with the feeling of his loving caress.

���Your cheek is burning, Jacob,’ You whispered. You caressed his bearded cheek and felt how the heat spread across your handpalm. ‘Are you sick?’ He only grinned,the left-over of sleep still overwhelming him.  ‘How can a man be sick after such a night, Love?’ Jacob pressed a warm kiss on your shoulder, softly grazing your skin between his teeth. ‘Come back to bed, (Y/N), It’s sunday. God knows when the next time will be where we can enjoy this morning being together.’ The only answer you gave was your hand blindly straying from the pathway of his facial hair to caress his neck.

You didn’t want to move, it was like sacrificing the warmth that embraced you if you dared to lift one hip. And it wasn’t out of grief nor numbness, you were just tired. Tired of being afraid to lose Jacob in these dark times. You’d regret every second of his skin not being on yours whenever you had the chance, just feeling the heat of his love taking you in just like the layered waves of the ocean taking you deeper into the unknown, yet, at the same time you felt like seperating yourself from him would protect you from the future pain.It was a dilemma spiraling downwards until you’ve reached the bottom of the well, and if you would’ve reached it then you’d be stuck inside the haze of your own doubts and hesitations. Jacob’s love was like the ocean. There was love in abundance, just like there is an abundance of water, yet all that love was laying motionlessly down the bottom, hidden by layers of darkness upon darkness. But you yearned to grasp his love from that blackness and hide in it, letting all of his warmth and affection suffocate you until you’d die and only then you’d die happy.

He sighed defeatedly. ‘Please, (Y/N), just lay with me. I want to feel your warmth. I want to be comfortable with you.’ He was so straightforward due to his sleepiness that there was no filter covering his words. He was hurt and tired and in need of comfort. You sighed, regretting the hard-headedness of your fear. You faced Jacob and allowed your face to move closer to his, only to stop before your lips had touched. And you stayed like that. You liked it like that. Only the buidling up tension of two lips wanting to touch and suffocate into each others fleshiness until the emotions of it overwhelmed both of you. But Jacob couldn’t resist your lips and its emotion so he kissed your lips, sucked onto them, nibbled them, licked them, whatever strenghtened the sweetness that made your marrow get pulled out of your bones without breaking them. He took you by the skin underneath your breasts and pulled you fully onto the bed and you allowed him. Without fear? Yes, without fear. And so you kept on exploring the edges and corners of love and its lust by kissing, touching, loving, moaning, whispering, moving and letting you both hide safely into the cocoon that was built by each others intimacy, even if that cocoon only lasted during those moments.

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Ezio Auditore Audio Imagine #1: Ezio finds you lightly wounded and tries to heal it, only to find out that you're not wearing any undergarments. The conversation you have while Ezio brings you to a doctor ends in an unexpected twist.

Warnings: No warnings, maybe a very little bit teasing.

A/N (there is gonna be some foul language) : This is a new idea I just came across with, the audio editing is not very professional as I have literally zero experience with any audio editing software. I hope it is enjoyable because I spend two days working on it. Two fucking days on an audio that's not even one fucking minute-

(The reason that it took two days was because I had to watch a three hour long 'Brotherhood' Walkthrough and then write down all the useful sentences with their timestamps so I could order them and then I had to cut the right scenes, but alas! All of the Voicecuts weren't opening because I had used a son of a bitchy poor editing software, but I finally managed to redo all of the fucking voicecuts after a breakdown! Lasty I just had to isolate the vocals but you can still hear some slight choir noises. This all was just an unnecessary long way to proclaim that It's not that perfect, but fuck it, just enjoy it please.

There may be other Audio Imagines coming and from other charachters as this is actually a fun thing to do.

Oh! and besides, PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS WITHOUT CREDIT! My ass is stiff from sitting for so long and I got several headaches from the damned laptop screen.

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this is a tumblr hug, pass it on to your ten favorite followers and mutuals 💗

Thank you so much! <333

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'For (Brotherhood) Ezio's Birthday, when he comes back from his tiring mission, I'll prepare him a hot bath in which I'll massage his hardened skin and broad shoulders with kisses. Then we'll make love on the bed and he'll drink the wine off of my body. When we have rested we'll clothe ourselves and make a calming night promenade through the garden and Ezio can't stop kissing my neck and touching me and would arouse me again, ending in us making love for the second time in the flower bushes.'

Confession [@celestialgaea]

[celestialgaea]

I believe that Dilf Shay and Mads Mikkelsen are the same person...

dilf shay

Yes.

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♥️

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why i think we need to all cut ourselves and our partners some slack about activity right now ( a list that no one asked for ),

for a great many people, life is starting to get back to “normal” except it’s not a familiar normal, and navigating the NEW normal is stressful, it’s taxing, it takes an emotional toll and for some it might take a physical toll, it’s okay if you don’t have the mental energy to be here and write / create / be active 

isolation is terrible for mental illness, for many of us who have been on the path to recovery and healing, isolation and a MASSIVE disruption of routine just threw a wrench into that path and we’re being set back and are trying to push forward again — it can be exhausting. rp shouldn’t be one more thing to beat yourself up over.

there might be people in your life, or in your partners’ lives, whose health has been directly impacted by covid. not all of these outcomes end with recovery. for some people it’s more than just frustration and restlessness, be gentle because you never know what they’re going through

outside of covid, there are still people who have lost loved ones, and who are trying to help loved ones who have pre-existing conditions and this has made the process of getting help and assistance and grieving loss infinitely harder

the entire world as it exists right now is essentially one large anxiety trigger, every country ( and in the US, every state ) is on a different stage of recovery, but none of us know what the end is going to look like or when it will come, this anxiety isn’t normal, it’s not something your body is used to dealing with and processing, even if this has been going on for months, you’re still going to have moments where it gets to you, that’s okay. give yourself time. be gentle with yourself.

a lot of people used tumblr as a safe haven, and with the update ( as trivial as it is ) that’s ANOTHER new change and adjustment to make and for many it might just be another straw on the camel’s back, sometimes complaining about something small and trivial is a lot easier than complaining about something you have zero control over 

writing takes energy. and time. and creativity. and right now a lot of your energy might be devoted to just navigating day to day, trying to focus on self care, your loved ones, picking your life back up, preparing for whatever the future might hold, and figuring out how to process this whole experience: writing is something that comes easy to a lot of us, and not being able to do it so freely can get frustrating, but it doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong it just means you need to give yourself a little bit of a break.

people have kids, and families, and enormous life changes ( moving back from school, losing jobs, having to move in with parents, financial struggles, etc. ) going on 

i know i can only speak for myself, but i honestly don’t care if you’re not on as much anymore. or if when you are on you only write one reply instead of 7. i don’t care if your reply speed has gone down. i don’t care if it’s been months since you’ve replied. —- i am more concerned with you as a person than you as a writer and right now you should be prioritizing the things going on in your life and head. write when you have the energy to. this goes for more than just writing, but just cut yourself some slack.

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'I want (Revelations) Ezio to make love to me so bad! How experienced he would be and the vigor he has after all those years of using his muscles during fights, climbings and trainings. Just his sweaty body pressed close against mine and his hand gripping my thighs. Oh he’d definitely have a daddy kink!'

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‘I can’t help but listen to 'male moaning and kissing’ ASMR’s and pretend it to be the voice of 41 year old Jacob or 45 year old Ezio. It’s so addicting and it feels as though they are hovering you. I would do anything to feel their moist and warm lips on my bare skin!’

[celestialgaea]

I forgot how dangerous the older Shay and Jacob duo were... Anyways, I like my eggs fertilized <3

‘Assassin’s Creed totally gave me a huge daddy kink. I’d love to call a sexy older man like Shay Cormac or Jacob Frye Daddy while he fucks me and calls me his good girl.’

[celestialgaea]

write a fic(nsfw or sfw its up to you) with Ezio and a teenage girl who fell in love with him(i’d want it nsfw if you’re fine with it)

I'd love to do that! It has been quite some time since I wrote a request, so i’m so excited! Enjoy :)

Pairings: Brotherhood!Ezio Auditore x Reader

Warnings: Mature content, smut, age gap

Disclaimer: Ezio is at the age of 45 at the beginning of the Brotherhood serie as the reader will be the age of 19, so if you are uncomfortable with age gaps then i’d advice you to scroll further. It is not wrong to have feelings for an older man, however, it is wrong if an older person would use it to manipulate you and hurt you intentionally. This was written for the mere entertainment of the AC fandom!

A/N: I am so sorry for letting the requester wait for weeks! I hate to keep people waiting, I swear. But I have been able to finish this piece and I'm so happy! Let it enjoy you, loves

Along the horizon a blemish of darkness formed and began to spread itself along the, what seemed, infinite edges of the earth. The orange sky set her intentions to flee and slowly vanished, causing the natural state of the heaven’s to occur right in front of your eyes. It felt lonely yet so calming.

‘You seem so dazed by the upcoming nightsky, mia signora.’ The grumbling undertone of Ezio’s voice was vibrating inside of his chest and could be felt against your back. It was as though the vibration was spreading from his breast towards your lower abdomen as a warm and tingling flow. 'It's just beautiful.' You said.

'Just beautiful?' You didn't need to face him to know that he'd raised an eyebrow saying that. It was a very typical gesture Ezio always made, even unknowingly, and that small signal was just enough for him to add a subtle layer of promiscuity to himself. Ezio simply wouldn't be 'Ezio' without a touch of promiscuity. That was the secret to his unexplainable aura that made you taste life whenever you were in his prescence and yet all the flavour would get drained from your tongue if he'd leave, as if the gate's of heaven closed abruptly in front of your eyes as his back was turned towards you. He carried temptation and desire with him, to wherever he goes, and even makes the strictly chaste women beg him for a brush against their thigh, an intense look from his smouldering eyes, a hot and lingering breath against their open mouth.

'Yes, just beautiful, Ezio.'

'And what makes it beautiful, bambini?'

'The calm and enigmatic scenery. It's dark and unknown, and yet it's the most intruiging thing i've ever observed. Reminds a bit of you, just a little bit.' Small spots of flaming skin freckled the whole width of your face and there would be no point in turning the other cheek as Ezio's overtowering head already noticed your reddish feature underneath his gaze. He emitted a breathless laugh, a grumbling grin. There was a tendency that whispered in Ezio's ear. This tendency told him to make a teasing remark about your blushing skin. It would've subconciously stretch out his ego, add a bit of empowerment to his pride knowing that even at the ripe age of 45 he'd still be able to make the early flourished flower allow her sweet nectar to be tasted by him, just a small taste of enlightening in return for enlightment.

'And, again, what makes me a bit like that?' Ezio asked, repeating to raise one eyebrow. You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say, and just kept listening to the constant rips and breaks of small twigs and dried up leaves getting crushed underneath the horse's hooves. 'Am I really that closed, huh? I thought the whole of Italia knew about my reputation from waltzing to one flower to the other.' He released a breathless laugh again. 'Yes, they do. But that is because it's the only part of you they see,' You paused to subtly sniff up the drippling liquid that ran down your left nostril just in time before it reached the open door to your philtrum. 'Truly, you are an open book, but written in a cryptic language.' It was troublesome to hide the breath-heaving excitement that hugged your chest tightly as Ezio's body rubbed itself against yours with every gallop and bumpy cantering the horse made. Wether it be his upper thighs softly caressing the backside of your thighs or the warmth of his sweaty robes clinging itself onto your back, it was enough for your mind to wander towards more bare skin.

'Bambini, there are more parts of me that they have seen. And besides, you are still too young to be putting your nose inside of my younger years.' You grinned softly. 'I don't find you that old.' 'Oh?' 'How old are you? 40?' You asked. 'I wish,' Ezio said, almost daydreaming. 'But alas, I am forty-five.' 'forty-five sounds...' 'Old? Don't be shy, mia signora, I won't bite.' The soft rumbly undertone of his voice was melodic. His talk was never mundane.

'Forty-five sounds ripe.' If you were able , or rather, if you dared to face Ezio you knew that he would be taken aback. You continued. 'A perfect age where experience, wisdom and vigor is combined. Well, it depends on the individual, but you have the right combination; You have a lot of vigor,' His arms slightly embraced you tighter. 'You have experience,' He tugged onto the reigns, expertly, causing the fleshy stallion to prance, exposing the strenght and beautiful anatomy of the animal. 'And wisdom.' And he stood halt in front of his mansion. The mansion where he inhabited the role of mentor, brother, son and lover.

'I feel honored, truly. You may be young, (Y/N), but your mind is beyond your years. I have a friend whom you may like to talk to. Nicollo Machiavelli. Do you know him?' You shook your head. 'I have never heard of messere Machiavelli.' 'Understandable,' Ezio handed the reigns over to the stable boy, a meager young man whose hands had more capacity than his head.

The night might have brought a serenity with her for those whom were able to seek it, but for you there was none to find. The only presence that kept you company, sadly enough, was a bird who kept on singing its weeping lullaby. You just wanted Ezio to be here in this guest room, only him and you. It musn't be moans and brushes and kisses and touches, that enigmatic warmth and intimidation that was present around him was more than enough. How you would've regretted it to wake up the next morning, if you had found the will to sleep, only for this place to be without any trace of Ezio's presence.

An onimous silence brooded. Ezio couldn't be asleep, not yet. And you knew that well enough. You had silent hopes on Ezio coming through your door when you took a porcelain oil lamp holder in your hands and hesitatingly threw it onto the floor. The split second of the oil lamp holder being afflicted by deepend cuts that spread itself rapidly all over the object until it shattered into a mess of piercing shrieks made you shiver as the next second was overflowed by the complete silence of the night. It took less than a minute when you heard heavy stomping coming nearer and nearer. The door opened and exposed Ezio, whose chest was heaving and sighs were heavy, in only his loosened chemise and -Oh, how daring- open breeches. He locked eyes with you before turning his gaze towards the sharp mess on the floor.

'(Y/N), oh dolce madre di Gesù. What did you do now, kid. You could've hurt yourself.' Kid. His vague thinking had spat out the truth of how he truly perceived you. A child. A naïve and stupid child.

'I'm sorry, I just wanted to write but I accidently pushed the lamp holder away with my arm.' You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to hide the dispair that one word brought you.

Kid

'Well, don't let me interrupt your writing, then. And don't you make me worry like that again, understood? My old man's heart can't take that.' He grinned at his own words before silence took a hold again; for him it was a sign to walk away and so he did. He walked out, but you (Oh, you!) couldn't help but stay nailed to the ground, your eyes following the trails of wrinkles on the back of his chemise.

'Besides,' You said hesitantly, breaking the silence and breaking his steps. Ezio was not far from the door before heading back to you, awaiting your words at your door frame. He stood there and it was real. This all was real. You called him and now you were obliged to continue.

'I am not a kid. I am nineteen. I am an adult.' Ezio smiled -unknown if it was to laugh at you or to have pity on you-. soft rimples adorned the sides of his eyes. You had no idea of what to expect from him. And weird enough, Ezio came closer. 'I know. But you're still so naïve. Do not feel embaressed for being called a kid. Actually, forgive me, I should not have called you such. You are much more mature than a kid,' You didn't know how to respond, so you just nodded your head in acknowledgement, your lips curling into a faint smile.

'But do I look like a young girl? And I mean, like, a kid girl.' Ezio squinted his eyes faintly and his face was slightly angled to the side, mildly questioning you.

'In what context?'

'Physical appearances.' He couldn't help but laugh quietly, shaking his head. '(Y/N), Ragazza, Yes you look like a young girl, but not a kid,' Ezio paused in his words. And you couldn't help but stray your eyes away from his dilated pupils to the curvy pathway of thick eyelashes that hung like curtains underneath his bottom eyelids. 'Your skin is youthful and supple, your eyes look dull but they are filled with life. Why wouldn't you want these features while you still have them?' For some reason you couldn't fixate yourself on his words. At that moment you felt intoxicated by the subject and wanted to take it a step further. You yearned to fall into his arms for no reason but to feel him. If it was possible, you would've clung your body onto his. You weren't even able to process his words, your mind was to busy wandering towards sensing Ezio to the fullest.

'No. No, no, no,' You shook your head with every word, saying them vaguely and you felt like whining for comprehension. 'Not my skin nor my eyes nor my hair nor my ears. I meant my body. Does my body look mature?' Ezio's eyes seemed to hesitate, trembling, as if he feared to break an oath of chastity. He bit onto the soft tissue inside of his cheek, knowing that your gown was fairly see through; such was exposed by the protrusion of your soft nipples.

'You're wearing a loose nightgown so it's difficult for me to judge. Still I cannot judge from the formal dresses you wear, that would be perverse, (Y/N), you know that.' How willing you were to get an answer out of him. Just a comment on your hips or your soft breasts or the faint curvature from your elegant ankle. Nothing more. Allowing him to whisper it to your curves, letting the words embrace its soft skin.

You tugged onto the collar of your nightgown to push it down your shoulders. Ezio kept silent, unable to predict your actions, and yet, somehow, he was in awe. The cotton night dress slipped down from your body and the unexpected exposure of wind seared your skin. You noticed how he tried to quietly cover his breeches with his chemise. It brought you a sense of victory, knowing that his breath was unstable as he fought against his desire to hold you, to warm you, to love you. He nearly seemed frozen.

'(Y/N)...' Ezio pierced your eyes with an intensity of his. You took hold of his hand and unsurely cupped them around your breasts, insecure of his big hands not being delighted by the size -How silly it might've sounded to him-.

'Is my body mature? Please, Ezio, don't keep your thoughts to yourself.' You had to laugh while saying that, you didn't know wether it was to laugh away the scorching silence or your own slight embaressment of your impusliveness.

Ezio held the soft flesh underneath your breasts and tenderly touched them, sometimes his thumb caressed your nipples before replacing it with the soft touches of his incinerating breath and hunry lips. This feeling was new to you, new but welcoming. A heavy intoxication of his bodily warmth seared your skin, your veins, your blooming flower. Your womanhood was singing with passion, begging for him to make it reach her sweet melodious notes like the upper string of a lute. Ezio's lips traced across your collarbone and planting soft kisses with tenderness up to your neck. You instinctively opened your mouth for only a melodious heavy breath that whispered to Ezio for more.

'Your body is so mature, from your beautiful breast,' His handpalm enveloped your private part, slightly squeezing it before pressing two fingers against your humid crease and clit. 'To the carnal lust that hides inside of your fullgrown womanhood.' He whispered against the beginning of your cheekbone. With tender kisses he drew from your cheek to your lips, reddened and plumped by arousal. He sucked onto your bottom lip before taking all of you in. The meatiness from the kiss moved waves of heavily emotions inside of you. Before you'd know it you had your tongue caressing his. Ezio smothered a groan in your mouth. He tasted of wine, tons of glasses to drown the loneliness and create the illusion of a company that was just the two-sidedness of his tipsy subconciousness. His shirt was pulled over his head with an impatient tremble and you know how he slowly came to implode by all of the sensory goodness.

He carried you onto the bed. Ezio's body was fit for his age; broad, muscled an yet soft, but not that soft. His hands wandered towards the rim of his breeches to pull them of, but he came to a halt, leaking the trimmed hairs that led to his manhood. A realistion had hit him.

'Bella,' He spoke. 'You're a virgin, true? Pardon me if I'm incorrect.' You nibbled on your lip. 'Yes.' He hummed. The hum didn't seem one of desire nor out of regret. 'I don't want to put myself on display immediately because that would make you uncomfortable as it is your first time.' A warm sensation formed in your heart. He cared. He truly cared. It made you trust him even more and you were sure he wouldn't hurt you, not at all. His mouth opened, wanting to speak further.

'When was the last time you had your menstrual cycle?' He asked. You let out a breath as you thought about it. 'More than two weeks ago, why?' Oh, how limited your sexual knowledge was and how you were ashamed of it. 'To make sure you won't carry my child.'

Ezio came onto the bed to hover you. 'I'll make sure you never want to share the bed with no other man except for me.' He whispered. Ezio flowered blooming kisses onto your neck as his hand began playing with a single breast, giving love and affection to it. You expected the soft trails of his fingers to set its odyssey towards your womanhood, but he stopped, resting the palm of his hand onto your lower stomach. 'Calm down, bella, you are way to tense.' You didn't even realise how the muscles in your neck had moved against his mouth the lower his hand went or how your eyes counted every indivual speck of grayed out plasterwork that was spreaded across the ceiling as a way to escape the anxiety of the moment.

'I'm sorry,' You said with a breathless grin, trying to laugh away the strain that was poured upon your shoulders.

Ezio's fingers slowly slid down your stomach towards your womanhood as he murmered against you neck how it was okay to feel frightened by the idea of a man seeing her so bare and vulnerable. The first touch against your clitoris, so careful and feathery, had the small and swollen pearl craving for more of the sensational ecstacy. He began playing with it; rubbing, turning, licking and sucking. The closeness and scorching warmth of his mouth against your private part was as loving as it was undressing you from your shame. How you were so riled up that even the most repulsive persons could be seen as appealing if they'd stood in front of you as Ezio was making the tension inside of your folds build up. The warmth of his humid tongue against such an intimiate place felt unexplainable good, so good even, both to you as to him, that glistening streaks of Ezio's salive rolled down your fold onto the white bedsheets.

You gripped Ezio's hair. Your pelvis was raised and back was arched as you felt the sweetness of the upper snare of a lute being played on your womanhood. Your mouth opened and a long lasting moan emitted from deep down your throat as the shuddering sensation overwhelmed you.

Ezio's lips curled into a smirk. 'We are not done yet, ragazza,' He said mischievously. 'But firstly I will need to break your hymen, so it'll be easier for me to enter you.' And there was that small speck of anxiousness again, slowly growing. The flushed colour withdrew itself from your face. 'How will you do that?' You asked with a hint of concern in your voice. Ezio's body hovered yours again and he began sucking your neck with the moist of his mouth. '(Y/N),' he whispered against your skin. '(Y/N),' He whispered again. And again. And again. Ezio massaged your jaw with his hands and locked eyes with you. 'I will enter you with two of my fingers so your vagina will get used to penetration, then i'll slowly go in deeper until it will be a tad easier to enter you.' 'Will it hurt?' You asked, unsurely. 'It can feel a little bit uncomfortable, but not painful.' You gave an understanding nod. 'Do you feel ready, (Y/N)?' And You nodded again.

Ezio's torso embraced the side of your body as his lips found their way to the sweet spot at the end of your jaw and let it be overwhelmed by the humid heat of his mouth. You were pushed back on the crooked duvet with the utmost tenderness of his hand and you could feel how alive his erection was as it slightly sunk into the flesh of your thigh. Ticklish strokes were made by his fingers whom were slowly removed from the rounds of your breast to set its journey to bring itself in between your thighs. He opened them, slowly, and as soon as your womanhood was fully unveiled in front for his eyes -again- his warm hand squeezed your inner thigh before immediately cupping your bush.

Ezio's kisses kept growing onto your neck and breast as his other arm had been slithered underneath your back to embrace it, pushing your side closer against the heat of his body. Both his middle and index finger began to move across your slit, and he did that a few times, and then he twirled his fingers against your hot and naked flesh to cover them with your natural wetness. The sweetness of his kisses began to vanish as you were focusing more on the interaction of time and the distance of his fingers that slowly began to emerge into one puddle of subconscious fear and confusion -which you covered by an arbirtrary and unspontanious grin-. Ezio placed the tip of his fingers against your opening and slowly wiggled them not even half an inch inside of you. He looked at you. 'Are you hurt?' You shook your head, scared that an emitted word from your throat would ruin the state of false, but striking, serenity you were able to put yourself in. Ezio slowly pushed in deeper and wiggled his fingers slightly before taking them back to the beginning of your openening, but not out, to cover it with more lube that was the most present at your crease. And so he did that again and again until the feeling of pinched and uncomfortable skin had passed and his fingers had an open way towards the unknown depths of your body.

Ezio let his fingers return to the fresh air and kissed you passionatly on your lips. 'Good girl.' He whispered against them. And that was when it happened. Ezio stood up from the bed and began opening his breeches, the profits of plundered money slid down his toned legs and he pushed the trousers at his ankles of with his feet.

It was intimidating and...surreal. You had seen penisses before, but on statues which were a state of purity and modesty, but this. You were doubting if he was able to fit as the comparison of size between his fingers and his manhood was draconian. It stood erect and a few droplets of precum shone on top of his glans.

Ezio hovered you and his stubble tickled the skin around your mouth as he kissed you. His breath came in heavy and irregular parts through his nose and brushed your top lip as his hands had pressed you against his body. His erection was pressed against your body. Ezio gripped your inner thigh to place it over his back and you could see how his eyes were in a half open state of intoxication, his mouth -also- half open and forming a faint grimace. He took his penis in his hand and guided it towards your entrance and slowly put it inside of you, just a little bit. He used the same method as he did with his fingers until the uncomfortable pushes had vanished and he was able to enter you fully.

You felt filled, literally. At first, the slow thrusts were numb until your wetness had come much quicker and in a bigger amount which made the thrusts more rapid, rougher and painless. Ezio's mouth stood agape with soft grunts emitted from it.

And suddenly you felt it. A slow but emotionally overwhelming sensation of building up ecstacy was present the more he thrusted and the more the warmth and the nearness of his bare pelvis pushed against yours. You let yourself listen and observe the orders of your body and automatically widened your thighs for Ezio to thrust in deeper. He kept thrusting in, and with each thrust you gripped his thigh, underneath the fold of his buttocks, and tried to push him in deeper as the building up sensation became sweeter and sweeter and the private parts began to throb agressively. You felt that you were almost there and so did Ezio.

You arched your head back and the sweet sensation of Ezio's scorching body against yours, his lenght filling you and his face burried in your neck overwhelm you. You thought your womanhood was about to burst as so much power and energy came from it and you kept squeezing your eyes until Ezio's grunts vanished in your neck with the warm seed that had been spilled inside of you.

All of this was intense. Unbelievable even. You were in bed with an infamous murderer, the blood of tens and hundreds of people sticking in between his fingers and dried onto his armour, and yet he was naked and vulnerable and tired in your embrace. A man in his forties skin on skin with a sensitive youth. Both committed and so alive. You wondered if more days like this were going to come or if that would be an illusion for the pleasure of your mind and that this was just the only time Ezio was able to give in to your sensuality. But for the moment you didn't care. You were both naked, satisfied and intoxicated.

[celestialgaea]

Ezio and Mario Auditore give off the same energy as Vito and Michael Corleone from 'The Godfather'

[celestialgaea]

Thank you! Now I'll have to cry myself to sleep!

Sad Moment Time (at least for me)

This morning, while drinking my coffee, (may the Gods forever BLESS whoever thought of brewing it first)&I was actually watching a few cutscene from Assassin's Creed II, more specifically the section regarding Venezia (gotta research for my ficlet) and I found a video about the race during the Carnevale.

So I watched it.

But as I did so, I got distracted by the music in the background, "Venice Rooftops", the same one that plays in the beginning, when Federico dares Ezio to reach for the roof of church before be does.

And it got me thinking.

What if, each time Ezio races somewhere, that particular music plays because, in that moment, Ezio is thinking about his older brother, the very one that taught him how to free roam around Firenze, to jump from roof to roof, to soar as free as a bird?

And what if, in those solitary races Ezio does, he is actually wishing to have Federico by his side, remembering his voice as he jokingly mocked him, saying that "his little brother has still lots and lots to learn before he can actually beat him"? Imagining how it would be to actually be able to race once again with his brother?

Yes, I don't know why I do this to myself.

I just know that I have lots and lots of feelings about the Auditore bros, and I need to let them all out.

Anyway I will see myself out now.

--NemoTurunen