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[elfven-blog]

Make me a Daddy

Summary: You tell Ezio you want a baby, he makes sure it takes.

Ezio x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ Only, p in v, eating out, breeding. Word count: 1.1K

It was like a switch had flipped in his head the moment you had spoken those magical words. So many hours in your day now spent with your husband between your legs, just as you were now.

Your thighs thrown over his shoulders, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin between your thighs, his tongue flattening as his nose nudged against your puffy clit causing you to whine. Your hands tugging at his salt and pepper hair, only serving to pull his face impossibly closer until his tongue worked its way into your fluttering hole. His own hands gently squeezing and massaging the fat of your thighs.

Ezio had been at this for what felt like hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you and making you a mess on your shared bed. Your bottom lip trembled as he worked you towards another high, thighs squeezing around his head as you tried to push him away but the older man’s hands moved to grab your own and he pushed your thighs off his shoulders so that he could keep you pinned down with his body weight instead.

“Stop moving” he voice vibrated through your cunt, ripping another whine from you at the feeling. All the while his tongue is still lapping at your soaked pussy, your eyes barely able to stay open as he pulls another orgasm from you. Your body shaking and hips jerking at the feeling. “Fuck, that’s a good girl, amore”

Satisfied with this, Ezio pulled away. What a sight he was, his beard dripping with the hours worth of arousal and juices he had earned. His hands gently massaging up from your legs to your hips and sides “‘M sorry, princessa. You just taste too good” He slowly kissed his way up your body.

Leaving you painted in marks as he went, your hands clenching at the sheets as you tried to clear your mind but the way he’d spent so long tasting you had your mind cloudy. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a reward, sweet girl” One of his hands moved to pull your leg up and back over his shoulder, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck and shoulder.

He grinned against your skin as he felt you arch, gasping as the head of his fat cock pressed against your hole. He shushed you gently as he pressed more kisses to your skin, his hand resting in the crook of your knee to keep your leg there as he stretched you open. Ezio waited only moments for you to get used to his size again before his hips were moving, the older man rutting into you at a slow teasing pace.

He only sped up once your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into the skin of his back in that way he loved so much. His teeth scraping against your neck as he fucked you, his other hand moving to grope your breast, thumb rubbing over your nipple until it had hardened into a peak “Gonna make me a daddy, pretty girl? That what you want?”

You could only whimper and whine in response, breathing coming out as pants and cunt squeezing around his cock causing his hips to stutter in their pace ��That’s a good girl” he whispered in your ear. Those same fingers pinched your nipple so he could watch the way your bottom lip trembled, his own eyes fluttering shut with every throb of your hole around him.

He moved off your body, hips not stopping in their rutting against you as he unwound your arms from around him, smiling as you whined at him for the action and clasped your own hands around your knees to keep you in that position. His hand gripping the headboard as he rolled his hips against you, the sound of skin smacking filling the room with every thrust. 

His other hand dimpled the bottom of your thigh as he used it to keep you still as every time his cock drove into you, you’d move up the bed even more. Ezio couldn’t keep his eyes off you, watching the way your tits bounced slightly every time he thrust, your eyes unable to focus and fluttering constantly or how you couldn’t seem to decide between biting your lip with a moan, or letting it drop open with a gasp.

If he was any less of a gentleman he would invite Leonardo to come and paint you in this moment, he was no longer Catholic but he’d worship the ground you walked in all of his waking moments. 

His hand slipped down from its place on your thigh, his thumb finding your neglected clit and beginning to circle. It felt like lightning through your body, your legs tensing up as that familiar coil tightened in your body and your eyes rolled back as you arched. You were more sensitive after he’d spent so long between your thighs maybe that’s why tears trailed down your cheeks and your mouth opened in a silent cry as your orgasm peaked.

The mess on the sheets worse now as you gush around his cock,slick soaking Ezio’s cock and dripping to the bed below. Ezio’s own eyes rolled as he practically fell back on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed as he humped at your cunt. Grunts and groans filling your ears like the sound of an orchestra, his beard tickled the skin of your neck and shoulder as he buried his face into the skin. 

You whined as you felt raw and sore from how he continued to push impossibly close to you. His arms falling from the headboard so he could wrap them around you, pulling you even closer and your legs shake from the overstimulation. “Fottere! Take it, princessa, take it!”  The man’s hips still as his cock twitches and fills you with hot ropes of cum, a low groan slipping from his mouth as you both lay still, breathing heavily from the exhaustion.

Your hand moves to stroke through his hair, nails scraping his scalp in that way that makes him moan and your brow furrows when he doesn’t move out of you. “Are we not finished?”

Ezio grins at your question, lifting his head as he presses a kiss to your cheek and his hands move to hold his weight above you again “Did you not say you wanted me child?” his hips began to move again, his eyes sparkling with something as he watched your own widen at the realisation that he had yet to go soft “It is best to go multiple times…to make sure it takes, no?”

[navstuffs]

Leon Kennedy

ONE-SHOTS:

SMUT:

two weeks (SMUT)

“give me two weeks, you won’t recognize her.”

5 stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (SMUT) (F!Reader)

Leon Kennedy is on his way to pick you up in 5 minutes.

Project L.S.K (SLIGHT DUBCON/SMUT)

After Spain, the U.S. government decides Leon Kennedy is too precious to be wasted, so they start a project with you as the leader. (aka the fanfic where you have to collect semen from Leon)

BratTamer!Leon with SpoiledRichGN!Reader

FLUFF:

Blind Date

Luis arranges a blind date for you.

Wonderful Surprise.

After a horrible day at work, you find a surprise at your job’s doorstep.

Leon protects gn!reader with his body

Secret Admirer

It is fall, and Leon Kennedy has a secret admirer.

DO IT FOR HIM

Leon catches a particular item on your stuff.

Sunbeams

Heart to-go

You hate coffee. Of course, with your luck, you end up falling in love with a cute blushing barista.

A convenient misunderstanding

Leon thinks you are in love with someone else.

GN!Reader takes Leon on (finally) a dinner date

"Who did this to you?" + Fluff

Leon's Guilty Pleasure

You shouldn’t have seen him like this, but now you and Leon have to deal with the consequences of his actions.

ANGST:

Emptiness (MAJOR ANGST, PLEASE READ MY WARNINGS CAREFULLY!), Russian translated version by @sonelik

You are dead, and Leon wonders why he is still alive.

Creep (MAJOR ANGST)

“You are so fucking special. I wish I was special”’; because sometimes love isn’t enough.

A moment forever ago

In an elevator, a moment forever ago, Leon might have found the love of his life. But it was over forever ago.

Anchor

It is 1 am when Leon Kennedy knocks on your door. He shouldn’t be there and you shouldn’t have opened it. 

HEADCANONS:

leon adopting a dog

threesome between leon kennedy x f!reader x ezio auditore (SMUT)

MISCELLANEOUS:

what would truly happen in emptiness (MAJOR ANGST)

How would Leon Kennedy and Carlos Oliveira react to a GN!Reader who gets lazy/tired while on top (SMUT)

You make Carlos go feral and speak brazilian portuguese/Carlos teaches you brazilian portuguese/ Leon speaks Italian while in bed (SMUT)

Leon + GN!Reader who doesn’t want to have sex (but can’t express it)

Fun times at the beach (SMUT)

A terrible encounter

An encounter with someone from your past brings your feelings over the edge.

Tiktok Prank

MULTI-CHAPTER:

RookieCop!Leon x BustyF!Reader (SMUT starts on 2nd part) - Traffic stop, Nude painting class

Your sports bra malfunctions during a traffic stop with a shy rookie cop. You continue meeting him in unusual circumstances.

sade trilogy (succubusf!reader/SMUT) - no ordinary love

Leon falls in love with you, a succubus. This series won't follow a chronological order.

babygirl series - calling leon babygirl, saving your babygirl, taking your babygirl to the barbie movie opening

[mavrisfanfics]

[Request] - Ezio x F!ChildhoodFriend!Reader - Waiting

Request: 

Fandom: Assassin’s Creed

Pairing: Ezio Auditore x F!ChildhoodFriend!Reader

Words:1246

Warnings: None, I think

Notes: I wrote this super quick because I didn’t have much time, I don’t even remember what I was trying to do here, it’s been months since I wrote and I only edit it now because I forgot to do so until now. Past few months have been draining, sorry!

She shuddered in the cold breeze. The wind whispered in the dark, coaching her to retreat back into the palace for the night, but she stood her ground.

Waiting.

The wind would, sometimes, carry to her the sound of clinking armor, and occasionally she'd see the glint of said armor peeking through the foliage of the garden, reflecting the torches the guards carried in their rounds.

She dreamt of running, of stealthily weaving through the guards in the gardens bellow and disappear into the night, forever. But she knew she couldn't do it alone.

She had to wait.

Her shoulders sagged. She clicked her nails against the balcony's rail. She sighed.

She waited.

She was running out of time. Her wedding was tomorrow. To Cesare Borgia, of all people. 

If she were anyone else, she'd be happy with this arrangement. Cesare was powerful, and so far the interactions between them had been nice. It was one of the best marriages her family could have arranged. 

But she knew about the rumors. Worst yet, she knew they were true. She knew getting into the Borgia family would be a death sentence. But she couldn't just leave on her own. 

So she waited. 

The very soft and light clink of armor right behind her pulled her from her thoughts.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, bella" Ezio's voice cut through the silence. She turned to him. He stuck to the shadows, making sure the light that bled through the window didn't give him away. She couldn't see many of his features, but she knew he was as handsome as usual. She smiled. 

"Took you long enough! I almost thought you wouldn't come." She whispered.

"You know I'd never leave you to rot here." Usually his voice carried a light, teasing, tone that put her at ease, even in the most dire of situations, but not this time. 

It brought her terrible memories of that day in Florence. It was the first time she'd hear him use that tone, when he's told her of his family's execution, that he was running away, and that he promised he'd come back for her someday. 

It was terrifying seeing him leave like that, distressed, and knowing there was nothing she could do to help her friend, lest she put her own family in danger. 

So she waited. 

And when he finally returned, he told her everything, like he always did. But unlike all those times as children, where Ezio would sneak her out of her house and out into the city to cause trouble, she couldn't join him in his mission that time. 

So, she waited some more. She waited for a more appropriate time to tell him her feelings. She waited for a time where she could have Ezio back in her life safely. 

And then she got offered to the Borgia. Because her family didn't have enough power, apparently. 

She thought nothing of it. She knew she couldn't stay single forever and it was only a matter of time until her family sent her off to marry in an arrangement that would benefit them. Sure, she heard the rumors, but she thought they were just that, rumors. 

It wasn't until Ezio found out that she realized how bad it was. The way he almost flew into a fit of rage when she nonchalantly told him who she was going to marry was terrifying, but nowhere close to the way she felt when she realized just who she was about to marry. 

Her interactions with Ceasare had been pleasant, but once she knew what hid behind the mask she couldn't help but notice the little tells in his behavior. It was hard to keep her composure, but she could smile, nod and pray. Ezio promised he'd take her far away from that madness, but they had to wait for the right time. 

So she waited. 

And now, just before her wedding day, here he was. 

As promised. "Let's get out of here, then!" She said with a smile. Ezio, however, signaled her to stop. 

"Not yet, I have a plan, but we'll need to wait for tomorrow." She glared at him, mouth wide open. "Don't worry, bella, it's a solid plan, you just need to wait a few-" 

"No!" Ezio jumped at her tone. She noticed his reaction and realized how loud she'd just been. After checking to see that no one had heard her, she continued with a lower volume, but voice just as sharp. "Ezio, I am done with waiting! I've waited for years! I waited for my best friend to return to me for years after you ran from Florence, I waited years for you to solve your stuff so I could have you back in my life again. I've waited months for you to take me out of this God forsaken marriage and away for these lunatics, and now you tell me I need to wait even more!? No! Take me out of here right now! I'm tired of waiting to be with you, damn it!" 

"... For a moment I thought that was a confession, bella." Ezio chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She wasn’t having any of it. 

"...It was." 

Silence hung around them. Nature itself held its breath, waiting. 

"I've waited so long to tell you how much I love you, Ezio." She knew it was risky to confess like this. If he didn't feel the same, he could leave her there to rot. 

But she didn't care anymore. She didn't want to wait any longer for someone else to save her.  She'd leave on her own if she had to.  

Ezio reached out to her. He grabbed her wrist delicately, as if she was made of glass, and slowly pulled her into the shadows, into his arms. 

"Bella, you have no idea how long I waited to hear that." 

With his warmth around her, she finally relaxed, as if the weight of the world had fallen off her shoulders. She reached for him, held his face in her hands. She drowned in his eyes. Even in the dark of the night, his eyes shone like gems. 

"Take me out of here, then. Right now. I don't care if it's dangerous, if I'm leaving everything behind. I only need you, Ezio. I'll follow you to end of the world just… take me out of here." 

Ezio had no words to reply. He nodded, before leaning in and capturing her lips in the softest, yet most desperate kiss any of them ever had. 

Nature finally released its breath, content with the outcome. The cold wind shook her hair and sent a shiver down her spine, as if urging the two to get moving, to get someplace warm and, most of all, safe. 

"Let's go then, bella." 

As they ran away from the Borgia estate, she couldn't help but look back. She questioned if she should have stayed in her bedroom, in her comfortable life, one most people would kill for. But despite how warm the light looked, still bleeding into the empty balcony, it didn't feel as warm as Ezio's hand, guiding her through the darkness, towards her freedom.  

It sure didn't beat the smiles on their faces. Warm, loving, honest. Smiles she never would have seen or had, if she decided to stay. 

She held no regrets as she ran through the dark night, guided by pure happiness, one she'd waited for so long to have. 

[septimaseverinaficrec]

Info & Quick Access

This blog is my fan fiction rec blog. None of these stories are mine. I DO NOT OWN AND WRITE ANY. Canon Male Characters x F!Readers and some GN!Readers. Because I want to escape from real, mad and chaotic world for a while with my blorbo.

All of them are rated G -> E (Mixed). Please consume with responsiblity.

Below 17 DNI please.

Blorbo

Game of Thrones | House of the Dragon

Oberyn Martell

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Star Wars

Cassian Andor

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Din Djarin

Tolkien Elves

Mirkwood Elves

Legolas | Thranduil

House of Feänor

Feänor | Maedhros | Maglor

Others

Finrod | Glorfindel | Ecthelion | TROP!Elrond

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'ahad

Ezio Auditore

Arno Dorian

Jacob Frye

Dilfs

Emperor Cleon (Apple TV Foundation)

Thomas Shelby

Luca Changretta

David Tennant's Characters

10th Doctor | 14th Doctor

Crowley

Alec Hardy

Tom Sturridge's Charaters

Dream of the Endless

Jake (Bittersweet)

Nicholas Hoult's Characters

Robert Montague Renfield

Tom Hiddleston's Characters

Loki Laufeyson

Prince Hal/Henry V

Thomas Sharpe

James Nicholls

Robert Laing

Jonathan Pine

Will Ransome

James Conrad

Orlando Bloom's Characters

Paris of Troy

Timothee Chalamet's Characters

Willy Wonka

Prince Hal/Henry V

Pedro Pascal Characters

Javi Gutierrez

Dieter Bravo

Javier Peña

Joel Miller

Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

???

Sherlock Holmes (BC)

[stardustmorozov]

My Other Fics

Key: 💞 Fluff 😭 Angst 🥺 Hurt/Comfort 🔥 Smut 🔖A/B/O

Ezio Auditore: What A Night (Ezio x F!Reader) 💞 (Ao3) Ezio falls in love again after Cristina 💞

The Mandalorian: The One With The Wedding (Cabur (OC) x GN!Reader) 💞

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels: Comfort Zone (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 🥺🔖 (Ao3 Link Here) Showered In Love  (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 💞 🔖 (Ao3 Link Here) A Whiskey One-Shot (Jack Daniels x GN!Reader) 💞 🔖 Roadtrip 💞 Hot Chocolate Summer 💞

Genshin Impact Characters: Dottore Smut 🔥(Il Dottore x AFAB!Reader)

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Idk if this is weird but can you do an Ezio x Reader where the reader is a hijabi, and everything is platonic?

(if this is too specific sorry!!)

(No it’s not too specific at all! In fact, I got a bit stumped here; I hope this is okay — hopefully I can write a hijabi!reader fic one day. For now, I hope this world building drabble(?) is okay!)

Ezio greatly respects you for wearing a hijab. Some of your fondest memories include browsing for new fabrics to bring to Leonardo together. He himself does not align to any religion, but he would do whatever he can to support your dedication to yours.

He works with the painter to produce robes that are lightweight and comfortable, yet still to your liking. They remind you of home. He never asks, he never wonders… he asks questions out of curiosity relating to your hijab and you’re more than happy to answer.

One time when dismounting a roof beside a tree, your hijab got caught on a branch. Ezio saw your predicament and immediately gave you his cape to cover your head while he fixed his eyes on the branch in question. When he had freed the fabric, he turned his back to you, giving you a form of cover from prying eyes so you could readjust it. Not once did he turn around, but occasionally asked if everything was okay.

You tapped his shoulder to signal that you were ready, and he looked at you with a warm smile. “Grazie, Ezio.” You returned his cape to him.

“Of course. Maybe we should keep our distance from trees in the future.”

[marshmallow--3]

Imagine - attending a St. Valentine's banquet in Renaissance Italy.

You're enjoying the feast, socialising with friends and indulging in fine food, when you feel the urge to look up from your table. Across the way is a young gentleman, one who needs no introduction, observing you with an interested look upon his face.

With that dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, dreamy brown eyes you could fondly get lost in for hours, and those oh-so kissable lips bisected by his signature scar, there's no mistaking the nobleman.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

You feel that fluttery sensation of butterflies in your tummy, finding yourself blushing with a coy smile at having his attention. You've heard plenty of stories about him, possibly more than he could regale you with - dear Lord, should you ever have the pleasure.

He lifts his goblet slightly, gesturing a Salute!, before winking, his lips curving into a flirty smile. You return the smile, sincerely hoping he stays to dance later; oh, what you'd give to be swayed and twirled by such a man.

@sassenach-on-the-rocks @aikeia @iceboundstar @unprofessional-bard @witch-of-letters @disneymarina @aauditoree

[fandom-imagines-stuff]

Do you have a masterlist?

Masterlist:

R6S:

Doc - Short imagine

Doc x F reader (Being forced to kill Doc’s friend, Part 1)

Doc x reader (Doc fainting)

Doc x reader (Reader asthma attack because of laughing)

Doc x M reader (Being babysat by Doc)

Doc x M reader (Chopping hair after traumatizing event)

Doc x M reader (Getting lost on a mission)

Doc x M reader (Squeamish with blood)

Doc x reader (Comforting during nightmares)

Doc x M reader (Doing laundry)

Doc x M reader (NSFW, making out session)

Rook x M reader (NSFW, dominating)

Tachanka - F Short imagine

Tachanka x M reader (Fluff)

Tachanka x F reader (NSFW, Femdom)

Montagne - Short imagine

Sledge x reader (Being teased by Sledge)

Sledge x reader (Slapping Sledge’s bald head)

Sledge x M reader (Piggyback ride)

Mute x reader (Dumb reader)

Mute x reader (Adopting a cat)

Glaz x reader (Graffiti artist)

Glaz x reader (Twitch streamer)

Glaz x F reader (Doctor looking after Glaz)

Smoke x M reader (NSFW, what’s in the canister?)

Zero x M reader (NSFW, making love)

Being treated like a kid by Sledge, Smoke, Glaz and Tachanka

Bandit finds out that the reader knows how to tattoo

Jäger, Sledge, Vigil and Kapkan find out you had depression

Spetsnaz & SAS (Texting them to pick you up)

Naruto

Kakashi x F Reader (Kakashi not being able to protect you)

Assassin’s Creed

Connor Kenway - F Short imagine

Ezio Auditore - F Short imagine

JJBA

Giorno Giovanna x F reader (Fluff, smut)

Ikemen Vampire

Beethoven (own character) x F reader

[elfven-blog]

Milking Session

Summary: You work at 'The Aquila Bovine Sanctuary' and it's milking day for the Italian Bull Ezio. BullHybrid!Ezio Auditore x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, blowjob, handjob, he is a hybrid (cannot stress this enough). Word Count: 1.8K

Working at ‘The Aquila Bovine Sanctuary’ had been a weird experience to say the least, when you had applied to be a farmhand you had expected your duties to be cleaning the stalls, feeding the hybrids and maybe helping with the calves. Originally they had put you with the heifers’ and cows’ which had led to you blushing and shifting awkwardly the first time you had helped with a ‘milking’ session. The more experienced cows had started doting on you, stroking your hair and crowing about how sweet you were and gentle too. Over the past year or so you had become more calm about your job and had no worries anymore, especially when you made friends with some of the cows and heifers.

Unfortunately you had to be moved to the Bull area, which was far less peaceful. Some of the bulls did not care for fighting or dominance or any of that, but then some of them seemed to do nothing but fight or ramp each other up. It was a very different experience compared to what you had become used to. That’s not to say the women didn’t fight, they did. Often. But then they seemed to go back to being kind with each other very swiftly, a bull fight seemed to be able to last for days.

To make it all worse, today was a milking day. Milking day with the bulls was ever so slightly different, after all they didn’t produce milk…what they did produce however was seed.

The thought had you almost scowling, you didn’t hate it. It was a job and that’s all you thought about it as, you were sure in the same way many escorts and dominatrix’s thought of their own jobs. 

It’s just that, quite often, it was messy. One time a Bull’s cum had gotten inside your glove, one of your colleagues had underestimated the amount and had dumped what would have been half a bucket more on the floor.

Today would most likely be just the same, at least the stories you swapped with your fellow handlers were funny. No one else seemed to understand your work and your nose scrunched as you remembered when you started working here, you had told one of your friends about a shift and that friend had a rather harsh reaction.

The wind grazed across the back of your neck and your body tensed for a moment before you shook your head and continued walking towards the bull field. Your hands immediately rested on the wood to help as you pushed yourself up to try and find the bull you were after.

A loud moo rang through and then the slam of horns against horns attracted your attention, and there he was. Ezio. He wasn’t the largest bull in the field but he was one of them, originally he had been kept in Italy but a few months ago they’d shipped him over to Aquila Bovine’s when he’d gotten into a rather messy situation and lost half a horn.

He seemed to have settled in quite nicely, none of the bulls were particularly aggravated with each other and most fights were really just them playing.

You yelled to the Italian bull, watching as his head shot up from the bull he was fighting and his mouth stretched into a grin before he was practically bolting over to you. His hands either side of yours as he panted down at you, his long tail flicking behind him and sweat dripped down his tanned skin.

“Tesoro!” he chimed at you, bending down to huff at your hair, seemingly taking rather long deep breaths “Where have you been?” Your body freezes at the feeling of pressure from his nose practically huffing you like glue, your hand moving to pat his arm until he decides he’s had enough and pulls away.

“I have other duties to attend to Ezio” you answer with a shrug but it doesn’t seem enough for the bull as he shakes his head and stamps his hoof “But don’t worry, I’m all yours for the moment.”

The gate is, surprisingly, easy to unlock so you make a mental note to get it checked by maintenance. You wouldn’t want the bulls escaping.

The gate itself is nearly pulled off its hinges as Ezio all but rags it open so that he can be on the same side as you, he closes it and gives you an awkward smile as he does so. The look on your face makes him bend his head and nudge you with it, he is careful of his horns but rather insistent on getting your touch so he knows you are not mad at him.

When your hand finally reaches up to stroke his hair and then at the base of his horns where you know he struggles to itch himself, his weight starts to lean on you as his eyes close and that rumbling purr sounds from him. It’s more like a groan to you, but the other handlers say it’s a purr so you go with it. 

“Ezio! Ezio!” You panic slightly until his eyes open and he stands up again with that charming half-smile he has, one of his hands awkwardly resting on his neck as he pulls away and you simply shake your head as you make sure the gate is completely locked before gesturing for the Bull to follow you.

Technically you’re meant to put him in a harness or halter but Ezio’s always good. Following after you like a lost puppy rather than a bull, it’s only when you go past the cows and heifers that he seems to struggle. His head turning to their field and his nostrils flaring as he halts in his tracks, eyes searching for someone but you’re quick to tug his tail and he happily follows after you again. The distraction forgotten as you make your way to the milking room.

You can see his nose scrunch as you enter the room that had been booked out for his milking session, the Italian unhappy with the scents surrounding him. “Sorry, bud” You said as your hand patted him on the arm before slipping down and curling your hand in his to pull him over towards the milk stand. 

It wasn’t a machine, just a bench where he would kneel and his hands would be slotted in and secured so that he couldn’t grab hold of you. The metal creaked under his weight as he leant on the plush pillow provided for his knees while you secured the straps around his wrists.

Once he was secured you grabbed the bucket and placed it just below him. When you looked up to speak to him, you found the bull already looking down at you. His pupils blown wide and his chest heaving with each breath he took as his eyes trained on you.

“You look so pretty like this” Ezio murmured to you in that rumble, his voice deeper from the arousal coursing through his veins which was made even more evident when your gloved hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the Italian pulling at his straps already with a hiss “So so pretty” he mumbled.

Your hand moves up the length of his prick, making him whine and buck his hips at the feeling. His head thrown back as he lets himself fall into that pleasure you’re offering him, ezio’s thighs tense as you tease the head of his cock with your thumb and it draws a low moan from the bull, the precum starts to drool from the slit which you use as lube to make it easier to pump your hand up and down him. You can hear his tail swaying behind him in excitement and it makes you smile more than it should.

His hips buck again as your hand slides down and squeezes the base of him, your eyes fall to the heavy set of balls to watch as they draw up to his body before relaxing again. Even though he’s now oozing precum, he’s not close enough to release yet which makes the corners of your mouth turn down as your pace increases. The bull’s eyes roll as his breathing quickens, his cock twitching in your palm but it’s still not enough even as his hips chase your hand every time.

Your eyes jump to the clock and you realise you’ve been in here for a good few minutes already with nothing to show for it. Which is why you lean forward and press a kiss to the head of his cock, Ezio’s mouth falls open with a loud groan and he mutters praises above you as your tongue flattens against his tip, swirling once, twice before you sink down on to him.

This is against the rules, something you’re definitely not meant to do but the poor bull was having trouble. Your hand moves to cup his balls, gently rolling them in your hand while the other one continues to pump around him. Your eyes close as you focus on tasting him, but it’s difficult to focus on making sure you do your job when his hips buck and force you to take more of him into your mouth.

You try not to gag from the sudden stretch of your jaw, his cock making you ache as he loses himself in the feeling of your warm throat around him. He tugs at the bindings on his wrists, groaning as his eyes roll and flutter, his mouth slack at the feeling of a wet mouth pleasing him. Your tongue tracing at the prominent veins on the underside of his cock as he fucks into your mouth until you are gagging around him.

There’s not much you can do as your hand slips from the base of his cock, his pace speeding up as he keeps humping into you and you can feel his balls drawing up again as he mumbles and moans above you “So so good”, “What a pretty girl” and “Feels so good dolcezza” all fall as praise from his mouth. His tail swaying more and more as the bench creaks from his movements, the bull chasing his high with the feeling of your mouth consuming him.

Your eyes widen as you feel him tense, his thighs shaking and his cock twitching in your mouth as he pulls at the bindings again and you’re barely able to pull off to grab the bucket before there’s white ropes of cum spurting from his cock, oozing down into the bucket as he moans. His head lolling back as he goes almost limp from his orgasm, cock twitching with the last few bits drooling from him as his eyes flutter. And you can’t stop your mind from wandering at the sight of him like this, you’ve never been so affected by your job before but there’s something about seeing the Italian so blissed out on the bench, or maybe it’s the spit covered cock that’s still hard between his thighs.

But either way, you’re really starting to enjoy working with the bulls at the sanctuary.

[celestialgaea]

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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HELLO I JUST SAW YOUR OPEN REQUESTS and how about Ezio with a female reader who is constantly drawing Ezio? Like he is her muse? THANK YOU! 💖💖

Coping Mechanism

Pairing: Ac2! Ezio x F!Reader

Summary: You hang your Ezio's paintings in the Villa's Gallery.

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: well, thank you so much for your patience anon! i have like five different versions of this fanfic in my drafts (one long fic, two drafts, two short ones) and i was incredibly upset none of them satisfied me. finally, i was able to finish a story that i liked and i hope you enjoy it as well!

Mario Auditore was the first to notice your first painting of Ezio Auditore in the Villa's gallery. He stopped for a second, analyzing the square-medium portrait of Ezio's staring directly at the viewer, a severe expression, Mario's eyebrows arched. He was surprised; Mario didn't know if his nephew had seen that one yet, but it would raise his ego even more. The reason? Ezio looked extremely pretty. And real. 

Claudia noticed only by the second and third paintings you hung. You stayed hiding to watch her reaction. After sitting in front of the stupid book the whole day, Claudia paced around the house to distract herself before bed. When she arrived at the gallery, her eyes wandered over the artworks with no interest; she stopped, shocked to see her brother's face in one of them. Wait, not in one of them only.

There were two more. One was rectangular, longer, with Ezio's back to the viewer, standing on top of a building at night. You tried to replicate Florence the best you could: darkness surrounded Ezio while he stood in his white robes, observing his town. The other portrait was square on the smaller side: Ezio lying down in a big grass field, laughing.

When you left your hiding spot, ready to make fun of Claudia, you froze at her reaction. Claudia raised her hand, her fingers almost touching the painting of Ezio's smiling. 

"Claudia?" You questioned, too scared.

"È bellissimo," Claudia whispers in return, her voice cracking. You gulp, rushing toward her side, worried. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Si. Has my fratello idiota seen this? It is so, so stunning!" Claudia nodded, cleaning a few corner tears. 

"Grazie mille, Claudia. And no, not yet. He will, though. I hope he likes it when he sees it."

"He will! Because if he doesn't!" Claudia lifted her closed fist, making an angry face. You smirk and watch her leave, your heart content.

Your fourth painting was a risk; to be frank with yourself, you shouldn't have done it. You were into dangerous territory now. Ezio told you about the feathers, he shared how important they were for his mother.

So when you finished a painting of Ezio reaching for a white feather falling from the sky before him, you debated whether you should show Maria Auditore. The woman didn't say a single word since being brought from Florence, always kneeling in her room.

She hasn't reacted to her kids, why do you think she would respond to a painting? 

You enter the room, your hands shaking as you hold the small square painting. Maria didn't seem to have moved at all since she arrived. Your eyes went to the box on the top cabinet where Ezio told you he would put the feathers, and for an instant, you almost gave up. 

Do it for him. 

With Ezio in your head, your inspiration, your love, you cleared your throat. Maria didn't seem to acknowledge your existence, but you still tried.

"Signora Auditore, I am a friend of your kids, Claudia and Ezio. I will be brief: I did something here, a painting, and I think you should have a look. Honestly, I don't even know if I should be showing you this, but here. I hope you like it."

You placed the painting in front of her in the bed, Maria still ignoring you. You sighed, leaving without looking back. A few days later, Claudia told you she saw your painting in her mom's bed cabinet. You asked anxiously if Claudia had moved, but she denied it.

You didn't let your heart fill with hope. It could have been any of the servants.

-x-

Ezio is actually looking for you when he finally notices the paintings. He had just arrived from Tuscany, eager to see you. After asking Mario and even the architect if they had any idea where you were, Claudia told him she had seen you earlier in the gallery.

Rushing to the gallery, he looks around, no trace of you. Thinking you could be at your favorite paint spot, Ezio perceives his eyes staring back at him. He is perplexed, glimpsing at the other three images of him. Ezio frantically searches for a name, your initials, at the bottom of the canvas. 

Setting course to your favorite spot, behind the Villa, he sees you from afar, distinguished in the middle of the grass, sitting in front of a blank canvas. When he gets closer, he notices some faint lines already painted in the form of a human body.

"Is that me?"

You jump, startled at the sudden masculine voice. When you realize it is Ezio, you get up, hugging him. Ezio passes his arms across your waist, sighing deeply. It always feels right to be back in your arms.

"You are back!"

"Si. For a while."

You separate from him, analyzing his face. Ezio doesn't seem so hurt this time, which is good. He is strangely staring at you and your canvas, making you flush.

"What is it?"

"Well, imagine my surprise when I went to check my art gallery and saw my face staring right back at me!" Ezio exclaims, crossing his arms. He looks amused, so that must mean good news. "Is that a fourth one?"

"Fifth. Did you like it?"

"Cara mia, you honor me immensely!" Ezio bows down, grabbing your hands to kiss, "Those talented hands of yours."

"It helps. When you are away," You admit. 

Ezio doesn't answer that. He smiles sadly, bringing you closer to him. You think you can hear a faint apology but try not to upset him. Not when you are finally together.

"Are you going to pose for me next?" You question, changing topic.

"Ovviamente. Dressed. Half-dressed. Naked?" You giggle, hitting him gently on his side. Ezio fakes shock. "Che? No? Not naked? Both of us naked, then?"

"Ezio Auditore, don't make me regret all my hard work!" You reply, crossing your arms.

"Those paintings of yours will go down as the greatest pieces of History! I can't wait to show Leonardo! He will be sad he never thought about that before!" 

You sigh, feeling suddenly nervous about Leonardo's opinion of your art. The man was a genius and the best friend of your lover. Hearing that Leonardo might not like your paintings would not make you self-conscious about your work.

"What is wrong, bella?" Ezio wonders, noticing your sudden change.

"Bene, it is Leonardo, right? I don't feel completely safe showing those yet. What if he doesn't like it? What if-?"

"Hey, hey, calma, bella. It is impossible. It is your art. It also has my face on it. It is impossible for Leonardo not to like it. I like them. A lot. But I won't tell if you don't want to show."

Ezio is right. His family seems to love it, and he seems to love it. That was your point on painting those: occupy your time and share your love and emotions for him. It gives you some comfort while Ezio is away, and you can put all your bad and good feelings into those. If you two like it, it is all that matters.

MASTERLIST | EZIO'S MASTERLIST

Fratello idiota = Idiot Brother

È bellissimo = It's beautiful

Ovviamente = Obviously

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MASTERLIST.

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Joel Miller

Losing My Religion Series (x F!Reader/OC): Masterlist to the series is linked to the title.

Don't Push It, Pt. 1 (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Dont Push It, Pt. 2** (x F!Reader)

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Tommy Miller

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Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

Simple Twist of Fate** (x F!Reader)

Ezio Auditore

A Small Surprise (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

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Arthur Morgan

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Cat and... Wolf? (x Reader): Based on these requests.

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Some Peace & Quiet (x F!Reader): Based on this request.

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

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Romantic headcanons (meme)

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Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

More works in progress for Black Ops, Modern Warfare (2019) & Modern Warfare II (2022) characters, will gladly do headcanons and one shots for other characters since I'm motivated

[missbenzayb]

I'm here, my Moonlight

Hello! This is my first modern one-shot, and I made this for @nemo-my-name-forevermore

This has fluff at the end, I hope you'll like it~

Warning is fluff~ Pairing is Federico Auditore x F- Reader (Modern)

Also please tell me if I got any errors in my story, I'm still bad at english but I'm working on it as well so- enjoy! :3

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The silence between you and the table, as the rain started pouring. Lifting your head to listen to the rumble of thunder outside of your home, it was only seven in the evening and you just finished eating dinner. You got up from your seat and cleaned up, sauntering close to the sink. You placed the plates there, a few moments later the sound of rain grew stronger.

You sighed, you couldn't hear any sound except the rain. When you turn on the faucet, the flow of water coming out of it- you can't hear it as well. A small blow of cold wind touches your skin, the chilling feeling didn't make you stunned, it made you shiver from the cold. When just the rain and the silence- you are secluded.

You couldn't tell why are you feeling this way, yet, it grew on you for a while. You struggled to be cheerful towards your friends online, appreciating what they do and you couldn't help but smile. Then- either reality or darkness chased you down like snow white running in the forest, frightened from the dreadful-looking creatures.

That thought snapped you back to reality when the doorbell rang loudly. You jumped a little bit, it is unexpected someone rang your doorbell. You turn off the faucet and went out from your door, "Who could that be?" You asked. The rain appeared to be strong than the sound, you cannot see who rang and the darkness took over the gate entrance. Someone called your name, "(y/n)!"

You can hear the call, but the rain is overwhelming. Grabbing the umbrella beside you, opening it to protect you from it. You proceed to open the gate and a bouquet of (y/favorite flowers) is in front of you. Puzzled look from you, you face the person who is carrying it. You gape, "Federico?!"

The eldest brother of the Auditore family chuckled and looked at you. "May I come in?" He asked, you could hear him but not the rain. You let him enter your home, you can see his jacket was soaking wet and hair is damp.

You gave Federico the rolled towel. "Here, dry yourself up." You handed it over to him, "Grazie, (y/n)!" He takes off his jacket, placing it on your chair.

You can't believe that Federico stopped by your house. You look over your table to see the flowers he gave you "I'm surprised you gave me those, Federico."

"Thought I buy them for you, my baby brother told me. " He chuckled, you shake your head, "Really? Ezio told you?"

"Of course!" Shaking his head like a dog to remove the remaining water in his hair. You look to the side before glancing back at him. " Federico, why did you visit me?" You ask him. He looked at you with a smile, " To see you, (y/n). " It made you blush, staring at the floor. "Uhh- any reason why?" Still staring below.

Federico put the towel aside as he approached you. " (Y/n), I may not have the right words to say but I know what you've been going through. Ezio and his friends told me about it." You let out a deep sigh, expressing the uncertainty in your head. Telling Federio your problem,

"Sometimes darkness made me feel small, and I tried to be happy but it felt like it wasn't enough for me."

You see Federico coming towards you, gave a weak smile. " You may show your vulnerability, but it doesn't stop your bubbly personality and your kindness to everyone. That made me fall for you." He finally said it on the last part, deeply moved from his words, your eyes brimmed with tears, falling on your cheeks. Federico hugged you tightly, he pulled away and wipe the tear away from your eye.

"Those tears will ruin your pretty face," he teased, you let out a small laugh. "Thank you- I-I don't know what to say. " wiping your tears. Federico looked up, he grinned.

"What is it?" You asked, he pointed his finger in the air. "You hear that?"

You noticed the rain stopped, Federico takes your hand. "Let's go outside," you two head outside, stopped on the spot. You notice the ground looked bright, "Ehi! (hey) Over there." Federico pointed to the sky, you gaze to see the bright moon. "Wow," whispered in awe. "That moonlight proves that there is light in the darkness, and you're that moon over there. But, that moon isn't alone. The stars are your friends, who cherish you very much."

He faced you, kissing your forehead " And I'm here, my moonlight." Your smile grew from his sweet words holding his hand tight remembering you have wonderful friends and a wonderful boyfriend~

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Hogwarts!AU WIP

The Hogwarts Express, 4th Year

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“Move over!” You shifted in your seat, your textbook balancing on the edge of the table in the train compartment.

“I don’t know whether you’re aware, but the only extra space here is on the ceiling,” Jacob retorted, pushing against your shoulder, most likely to annoy you.

“I need to get this done! Just give me some space for five minutes.”

Edward chuckled at you. “For a Ravenclaw, you’re not as organised as you probably should be.”

“Do you want to see my Transfiguration homework?” you challenged.

“Yeah, Y/N wrote ungodly amounts on the history and use of reparifage, but God forbid she write an ingredients list for Potions,” Evie teased, squashed between the two Hufflepuffs in the compartment.

Various friends begin to chorus their condolences for you and your predicament, alongside teasing jeers of how your priorities are extremely out of whack if you left Professor’ Snape’s homework to the last minute..

“Snape won’t give me detention if you guys shut up!”

The compartment went quiet for a moment before you raised your gaze from your parchment.

“... Ezio…”

“Not a chance, Y/N.”

“But you’re the only one in my class!”

“Snape will find out.”

“I’ll change it up a bit; he’ll never know.”

“That won’t work; I did that with Evie’s homework once and he caught me out immediately; said exactly what I was thinking too! I swear he’s a mind reader,” Jacob said, conspiring with himself more than others.

“You have a tell, Jacob. You can’t lie for a chocolate frog.” Upon his sister’s retort, Jacob’s jaw dropped.

“No I don’t!”

“You literally just did it!”

Small laughs littered the compartment. “What? What’s my tell?”

You studied him, face lighting up once you saw it. “Aw, that’s a cute one! Better than having a twitching eye!”

Jacob’s frustration calmed slightly as he watched the joy wash over your face. “Well?”

You laughed. “You’re blushing. But like, extreme blushing.”

“He always goes bright red when he lies,” Evie said.

“That’s not the only reason he’s blushing.” Teasing ‘ooh’s and laughter filled the air again after Alexios’ jab.

Jacob covered his face. “Alright, alright! Let’s focus on taking the mick out of Y/N for gambling her life with Snape.”

“You are playing with fire, Y/L/N,” Altaïr said.

“Let’s have a bet." You raised an eyebrow, mischief in your features. “I’ll pay for anything you guys want during the next Hogsmeade visit IF Snape gives me detention.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I’m in.”

“Your parents are going to send so many howlers after this.”

“The chances are too likely for me to not chip in at least a bit.”

“And if you don’t get detention?”

You actually had to think for a minute, before settling on an idea that you’ve been toying with for a long time. “Okay. I’ve got something. But it’s big. I’m not expecting you guys to do it, but I want you all to at least consider it.”

The entire carriage looked at you, intrigued.

“If I don’t get detention, I want to research becoming an animagus.”

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Ezio Auditore x Reader

From my Tumblr writing prompt list: 13.  “Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” == “House sitting in the next town over, didn’t you read the note I left you?”

Ezio sighed forlornly as he sat on his bed this was the fifth day he's returned to an empty house, what happened where was his wife? was she kidnapped? Lost?...did she get sick of him humoring the women who were flirting with him? 

Their marriage wasn't well known within the creed for safety reasons, He's told Y/n time and time again; that those woman met nothing to him! Y/n was the only woman for him! He's always assured her of that, Hasn't he? Maybe...Maybe, She saw that blond Novice force her tongue down his throat?!

Ezio felt ill as he recalled hearing a gasp and seeing a flash of a familiar f/c dress quickly move out of sight, as he pushed the young assassin off of him immediately as soon as he realized what was going on, and demanded to know what in fresh hell She thought she was doing?! 

She blushed and started going on about how she was in love with him and noticed how he would always praise her, and noticed the little looks he'd been giving her when no one was watching,  just knew he felt same way! She tried to kiss him again only for her face drop when she saw the vexed expression on his face. 

Ezio looked at the blond woman like she'd grown three heads before harshly and firmly informed her that:He had no idea what she was talking about?! He treats her the same way he would treat any novice, like a younger sibling! and finally. 

Ezio was yelling at this point he told her, that he was a happily married man! and it would be a cold day in hell before he let another person come between him and his wife! 

There was tense silence as the other assassin's gawked at the scene some stunned or jealous and heartbroken, He pretty much told his admires they had no chance, as the blond novice's lip quivered before accusing him of leading her on and with that she ran away crying. 

While Ezio shook his head and went searching for his wife, hours turned into days...but the master assassin couldn't find hide nor hair of the h/c woman around the city or at their home... it was starting to scare him!

 the Italian knew he had enemies scattered around and if any one of them has found out about his cara moglie ,he wouldn't know what to do! Just as he was going out search again, the frontdoor unlock and loudly open.

 "I'M HOME!" Ezio jumped to his feet when he heard that voice, Y/n's voice!! he ran out of their bedroom, looked over the second floor railing and saw a y/ht and Y/wt woman closing the door her tired but warm e/c looked up at him with before she could ask how he was? 

Ezio vaulted over the railing and landed a few feet from her, he gave her a heated looked Y/n felt a chill go down her back last time her husband gave her that look was when they were teens, she'd taken a punch meant for Ezio; courtesy of a jealous man who accused the then playboy of stealing his girlfriend. That was the first time Ezio had ever raised his voice at her and kissed her...

The h/c swallowed wondering what she'd done? as he rose from the floor went up and trapped her between himself and the door she noticed his eyes had their odd glow to them as he kept a calculating gaze on her as he wasn't sure it was her? Ezio blinked and his eyes returned to normal with his lips twitched into a snarl as she looked at him warily.

"Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he demanded as his wife flinched at his tone Y/n licked her lips as she found her voice "h-House sitting in the next town over..." his brows furrowed at her next words "Didn’t you read the note I left you?” Note? he never saw any...his caught something in his peripheral; moving away from Y/n, he walked into the den to the small dresser next to a bookshelf.

Ezio crouched down and slipped his hand between the furniture his brows furrowed he pulled a piece of dusty paper from the space, Y/n winced it must of blown under the dresser when she opened the door! Ezio's eyes scanned the paper.

[Ezio, My brother contacted me and asked to watch his home while he goes to fetch his wife at his mother in laws, will be gone for a few days, Sorry for not telling you in person. PS: We have a niece!] 

The Italian assassin let out a breath of relief she was tell the truth...thank god. as Y/n cautiously came up behind him. "What did you think happened to me?" she asked softly as she stared at him concerned.

"I...saw you in the bureau when that blond...I thought you ran away."

"Ezio, I trust you and I know you would never break that trust..."

"Dare I ask, however?"

"However seeing that blond putana kiss you...I...*sigh* I left because I was scared, That I might say or do something I might regret." 

The y/wt woman's cheeks felt hot feeling silly being jealous over a love struck teenager who obviously misunderstood Ezio's friendly guidance for romantic interest, she felt something grasp her wrist; Y/n was pulled to the floor pinned under her husband who captured her lips in a heated kiss, Ezio pulled away with lust clouded eyes.

 " Va bene mia cara." He muttered huskily as he undid the front her shirt. "I'm sure we can make it up to each other.~" she moaned as he nibbled on her collarbone. "...and maybe give our new niece a little cugino to play with, hm?~" he purred in her ear Y/n's eyes widened as she looked up at Ezio if he was serious... He was! 

The assassin yelped when his wife pulled in into one of the deepest hottest kisses he ever gotten from her, if he knew she'd react like this! Ezio would've suggested children a looong time ago!~