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yourdoorisunlocked · 1 month

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𝐀/𝐍: Ok, so first of all, lemme give a heavy MINORS DNI for this one. Now that they're (probably) gone, I'd like to thank @certifiedcrybabyyy and @jyoongim for inspiring me to write this shameful piece of debauchery.

Am I ashamed of what I have done? Maybe.

Will I do this again? Absolutely.

➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐭 ➺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟐𝟎𝟐

. . .

. . .

Your entire body shivered with anticipation, arms brushing against the restraints of shadowy tendrils as your husband leaned over you with his ungloved, blackened hands lovingly tracing your love handles, ghosting over your belly and groping your breasts.

“So beautiful, so ready to take me, aren’t you~?” You nodded hastily at the sound of his gentle praise, and Alastor preened. How perfect, how eager you were to help him through his rut, which you had known the moment it was coming.

You noticed the way he’d growl at any other residents of the hotel who got just a bit too close to you, how he was more forward with his affections, always keeping a possessive arm around your waist or even mentally tugging on the chain that linked him to you, a reminder of your presence that soothed him greatly.

Alastor had even begun sneaking more food onto your plate, and you pretended not to notice, eating everything you could possibly stomach to satiate your husband, knowing it was his own instincts spurring him on and urged him to prepare you for the long month ahead that he would spend, obsessing over breeding you.

And you, so compliant and sweet for him, had only made Alastor more smitten with you when you happily accepted to take part in easing his ravenous appetite for his mate.

Such behavior should be rewarded, should it not?

“Oh, you’re mine, ma chère. You’re all mine.” A slow zip was all you heard before a throbbing pressure rubbed gently against your thighs, which were being slowly spread apart as Alastor pushed himself further inside, his black tongue running over his lips at the lewd sight of you being slowly spread wide for him.

“Al’, p-please, be gentle..."

You could feel the mattress shift beneath you as Alastor gently caressed your cheeks with a long claw, his tender gaze shifting between passion and devotion as he murmured, "I promise, my love. Do tell me if it becomes too much," and sealed it with a slow, searing kiss.

The uncomfortable burn of Alastor entering you, since he had fucked you mercilessly into the shape of his cock, was absent now, and instead an overwhelming sense of pure, euphoric fullness made your tongue loll from behind your lips. Alastor quickly leaned forward to suck and bite it, moaning at the flavor of your saliva melting against his greedy tongue.

“Perfect. You're so fucking perfect, darling~,” a low growl rumbled against you as you laid yourself limp in your mate’s hold, allowing him to take the lead in his ruts as he so wished.

The pure pheromones that seeped from Alastor, hazy with pure lust and leaving him with only his raw, carnal instincts to mate and breed you made you shudder, and the emerald-green collar latched around your neck seemed to squeeze even tighter around your windpipe, choking any moans you breathed out in that moment.

“P-Please, move Alastor,” your soft mewls called to his inner instincts, and Alastor's ear flicked as he leaned forward with half-lidded crimson eyes, his breath shuddering against you with the ravenous urge to bite, and renew his claiming mark upon the tender flesh of your neck.

“Ask, and you shall receive, my dear~.”

. . .

Alastor kept you tied to his bedposts for hours that night, his gluttonous appetite and raging instincts demanded to have him fuck you in a mating press, unsatisfied until you were dripping to the brim with his cum.

“Oho, you like that, darling~?” He plunged into you as heavy static thickened the air, and the base of his knot inflated and locked the both of you together while he fucked you senseless, and the lewd sounds of wetness and slick slapping together filled the room.

“Say it. Say you’re mine,” Alastor growled lowly into your ear, and you babbled nothing but everything he wanted to hear, begging to be his, to be bred and bedded by him for days on end.

You had completely blacked out at some point, Alastor’s faint chanting of “Mine, mine, mine,” breathing ragged against your ears.

For the third time that evening, you woke up to pleasure flaring up your spine and your aching legs twitching in the air as Alastor continued to thrust into you with reckless abandon, singing tender praises in your ears and kissing beneath your jaw, and finally, your lips.

“Such a good mate for me... Letting me breed that needy little hole of yours, h-hah,” he pounded into you without mercy, cock slamming into that delicious spot of yours that had you writhing and twitching beneath him helplessly.

And that was exactly how he liked you. Completely at his mercy.

"O-Oh, I'm so close! Please-!" Your gummy walls lewdly clenched around Alastor's cock as a knot formed at the base, locking the both of you together for the fifth time that evening, and he licked his lips.

"A-Alastor!"

"My name sounds so delicious when you're screaming it, ma chère."

The tendrils that had kept you bound to the mattress had tightened at the pace Alastor was wildly thrusting into you, half-transformed and pinning you beneath him with nothing but his ravenous instincts spurring him on.

"I-I love you!" You babbled, now in the throes of pure ecstasy as your husband, who was now feral and baying to fill you with his cum, slowed slightly to an agonizing pace to litter your collarbone and chest with love bites and hickeys. "P-Please, I'll let you breed me, keep me, I'll do whatever you want, forever, I'll never leave you, I-!"

"Mm... What an offer, my dear. I might just take you up on it, darling~" you writhed beneath him, raw moans being ripped from your throat as Alastor plunged into you at a savage pace, enjoying the sight of his cock dipping in and out of your sopping wet cunt. "Now, scream for me, my Doe…"

Alastor's possessive thrusts became more frantic, and every sinful intention of stuffing you full of his seed, watching your body accommodate his child and feeling your breasts swell and fill his large, clawed hands darkened his mind, inciting his savage thrusts into your abused clit.

The base of Alastor's knot swelled, and with a final, guttural rumble, his hot, creamy release gushed into you, and your cunt fluttered around his length as your euphoric release came, and you pulled against your restraints as you screamed Alastor's name.

He held you there for a few moments, pinning you possessively into the mattress while licking up the blood and bruises from your shoulders and collarbone, before sucking along the fresh claiming mark on your shoulder with a soft groan.

With a content hum, your husband slowly pulled out of you, and held you there for a moment, admiring how his cum dripped out of you and onto the mattress, making a mess of the sheets below the delicious sight.

"You did so well, darling," Alastor cooed softly as the tendrils lifted from your wrists and ankles, and he lifted the blindfold to reveal your two, fluttering eyes, kissing them as they drooped softly.

"But I'm afraid I'll have to clean up this mess that we've made..."

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Lmao yeah I did it. It's not my first time writing smut, but I've never posted it before so lmk if it's good or not 😭 I need to take a lap rn-

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a-little-buggy · 15 days

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"Amore mio, we cannot keep doing this." Ezio paced across the wooden floor, running his hand through his hair. It was entirely dark out, and the room was lit by a single candle on the table. "You were gone two full days! I practically turned this city upside-down looking for you!"

"How was I supposed to know I was still seeing things!? I genuinely thought it would wear off before now!" Desmond was sitting in a common room chair; the dark circles under his eyes were accentuated by his washed out complexion. He had just come from a bath, otherwise he would still be coated in sweat and hay. "I thought after a few weeks everything would just go back to normal! Well. . ." Desmond gestured around at the Renaissance assassin's guild hall. "Normal being relative, and all."

Ezio pulled a chair over by Desmond and sat down, picking at the stray straws of hay still glued to Desmond's skin. "I know that you are just trying to keep active, but please. If I get another report of you passing out in an alley, or landing in the river, I swear to Christo I will go gray." He stopped and cupped his hands around Desmond's face. "Don't do this to me, Desmond. I'm too young for gray hair."

"Oh don't worry, it'll be just as popular with the chicks as ever." Desmond gave a *swish* of his imaginary long locks, but the motion made his head spin. He braced his arms against the table. "Though I personally have less interest in the grandpa-type."

"Molto bene, that means you should have a personal investment in not causing me any more stress!"

"You think it's stressful for you? You're not the one running an imaginary Boston Marathon every other weekday!" Desmond scoffed, and laid his head down on the table in such a way as to still be able to give Ezio the stink eye.

"You know that isn't how I meant it. I just wish I could convince you to stay safe." Ezio rocked his chair back, and set his heels on the corner of the table. "At the very least, until we have some kind of answer as to when these episodes occur, or why."

Desmond gave a deep, shuddering sigh. "What if we never get any such answer? What little I know about bleeds is that I originally got them from using the Animus. Except now, I've somehow traveled back through time, so who even knows what kind of effects that could cause."

Ezio pressed a finger to his forehead. "Wait a moment. What is the Animus?"

"Seriously? It's the device that showed me your memories. We talked about this a few days ago."

Ezio removed his feet from the table and sat upright, eyeing Desmond suspiciously. "And when was this again, exactly?"

"Why? I. . . I guess it was four days ago, now, so Thursday? I remember it was raining."

Ezio bit his lip and grimaced, then giving a deep exhale placed a gentle hand on Desmond's leg. "I had a contract in Forlì that day."

"No, no. You're kidding." Desmond pushed off of the table and sank down into the wooden chair, as if it could absorb the impact of this new revelation for him. Ezio couldn't have imagined Desmond getting any paler, but he had. "No. No no no no no Ezio I -"

"Hey, it's alright, you're alright, I just need you to breathe." Desmond was badly shaken by this point, and his legs had given out, leaving him sinking to the floor. Ezio grabbed hold of his shoulders, trying to ease his downward descent.

Desmond's voice cracked. "No, no, it's not alright!" He grabbed Ezio back, desperate for some kind of tether. "How can you stand there and tell me it's alright, just after telling me that you may not even be here!?!?"

"I am here, though. I'm here." Ezio wrapped his arms tightly around Desmond, holding him as close as he possibly could. What else could he do? "Just try to breathe."

And so the two sat there, as the candle burned down to a stump. Slowly, Desmond's shaking turned to shuddered breathing, which turned to deep breaths.

Ezio rubbed Desmond's shoulders. "It may not be much longer until daybreak. Do you think you are ready to try for some sleep?"

Desmond slumped forward, burying his face in Ezio's chest. "Honestly? I think I'm too exhausted to make it to bed. Here seems fine."

Ezio chuckled. "For you, perhaps, but I am a creature of comfort." With one of his arms still wrapped around Desmond's back, he slid the other one under Desmond's knees and stood up, carrying him off towards the bunks.

Desmond wrapped his arms around Ezio's neck. "My hero," he sleepily crooned.

"Don't sing my praises just yet, amò." Ezio shifted Desmond's weight, fumbling to turn the doorknob. "I may expect you to return the favor one day."

"What?!" Desmond gasped, playing up the dramatics. " 's not fair, you're much bigger than I am!"

"Is that meant as a compliment or an insult?"

"I dunno yet." Desmond yawned. "I'll decide later, when I need one or the other."

Soon enough, they both had clambered into bed, and were able to get some much needed sleep.

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Desmond spent the next few days occupying himself in the base. Besides helping sort through the dispatching of contracts, he got caught them caught up on some long overdue weapons orders and offered advice to whatever young assasin might come knocking. This was his favorite task. It was a reminder of a simpler time, of when he could stand behind a bar and just chat with people about whatever was ailing them. Except this was a little more murder-y. But having been a bartender in New York, it was not so much more murder-y as one might think.

But all the same, he was beginning to feel cooped up. And so he went to seek audience with the Mentorè, about perhaps being allowed on a group mission of some form.

There were two novices already in Ezio's office, a boy and a girl. They were likely discussing the details of an upcoming contract. Having already opened the door, Desmond knocked on the doorframe. Ezio waved him in.

"What can I do for you, Desmond?" Ezio propped his elbows up on the desk and clasped his hands, resting his chin on top of them.

"Oh, it can wait. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Desmond glanced over at the novices, who in fairness, seemed unperturbed.

"So can this. Please, continue." Ezio leaned back in the chair, and the two young assassins stepped to the side.

Desmond cleared his throat. "With your permission, Mentorè," On this word he did a slight bow. Ezio rolled his eyes. "I would wish to be sent on a mission. As part of a group, of course," He hastened to add. "It's just. . . I don't do well feeling confined. And I'm about ready to go stir-crazy in here."

One of the novices smirked. "Is that different from the regular crazy somehow?" He asked. Desmond gave a dry, mocking laugh in response, but then turned back to Ezio and. . . Oh shit.

Desmond always knew that Ezio Auditore da Firenze was a dangerous man. He knew of all his great conquests, and had seen the fear in the eyes of his enemies. And yet somehow, to see the master assassin here and brimming with fury, it felt like the first time he really understood how terrifying such a man could be.

The other novice slapped the first upside the head, and then grabbed him by the wrist. "Thank you for the advice, Mentorè. We will send word as soon as we complete our task," She said, dragging him out the door, which closed firmly behind them.

Ezio took a deep breath, and settled back into his seat.

Desmond shuffled his feet. "Hey, so umm, you wouldn't have actually murdered that kid, right?"

"Fortunately, we will not have to find out." Ezio shot what he assumed was a comforting smile up at Desmond (it wasn't) and then rifled through some papers on his desk. "I actually have a mission that should suit you just fine. It should be straightforward, a matter of some scouting and interrogating a handful of people. There will be two others with you, and you will cover a fair bit of ground. Benè?" Ezio handed over a map with a few directions and way points marked on it.

Desmond nodded. "Yeah, benè. Thank you, Ezio."

"You're welcome. You leave in an hour. And Desmond," He continued, once Desmond had turned to leave. "I know you are highly skilled, but do still be careful."

"I will." Desmond walked back over to Ezio, then kissed him on the cheek and winked. "I promise."

Ezio kicked his boots up on the desk. "Oh, you are such a flirt."

"Well, I come by it honestly." And with that, Desmond left to make preparations.

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Desmond was sitting atop a window dormer, watching the surrounding area as another assassin prepared to 'talk to' a gang member in the alleyway below. A third assassin was perched on another neighboring rooftop, similarly spying for any potential complications. This was the method they had all decided on, and it had been working quite well. One person would go to meet the target, and the other two would remain above: out of sight so as to not cause any alarm, but close enough to drop into the fray should anything go awry. This was the last one on their list, and then they could all go back and herald their mission as a success.

He scanned the skyline. Besides the other assassin (whose name he had learned was Achille), there was no one visible up here. He peered down into the street. Piera (visible in blue) had just cornered in on the gang member (visible in gold). One or two of their targets had been willing to part with their information before it came to blows, but such instances were few and far between. Piera gave a quick display of her hidden blade, just to make her intentions and alliances clear.

As was typical, the conversation started with an exchange of thinly-veiled threats. "Next will come the unveiled threats, and then the diet violence," Desmond mused to himself.

The target started shouting. Desmond thought he heard another voice. He scanned the rooftops again, and this time saw a pair of guards off in the distance behind him. He looked back at Achille, who did not seem to react. "This again," Desmond muttered under his breath. He shifted to the right, and the guards were gone from his line of sight. "Please let that fix it." He turned back to watching the alley.

"You belong down in the street with the rest of the filth!" The voice was still distant, but it was definitely louder this time.

Desmond sighed. He turned to look behind himself, and saw the two guards from before making their way over, and a third guard climbing up behind them. "Just ignore them, and they'll go away," He said to himself. He turned back to the alleyway.

"Get down off this roof, or I will throw you off myself!"

Desmond scoffed. "I'd like to see you try. I think I'm finished throwing myself off of rooftops because of figments of my twisted imagination."

He heard another shout. This one wasn't from the target, or the illusory guard, but from Achille. "Desmond, look out!"

Desmond spun around, but not quickly enough, because a boot impacted him squarely in the chest, and he fell from the roof.

He desperately reached out, trying to grab hold of something to hang from. His right hand caught the wooden paneling of the window he was sitting above, but the wooden beam was brittle and snapped off, splintering under his fingernails. He yelled, and was unable to grab hold anywhere else.

Desmond's ankle rolled as he hit the ground, and he fell prone. The guard peered from the rooftop above, and apparently for the first time put together the implications of there being three hooded figures together. "Assassinos! Get them!" Well, so much for subtlety.

Piera ran over to help Desmond to his feet, and the gang member bolted. Desmond shook his head, and pulled himself up. "Don't worry about me, I can handle a few guards. Don't let the target get away!" He turned to face the building he had fallen from. The guards were already descending. He shifted his weight, and winced. Running's not an option. He readied his blade.

Desmond lunged at the first guard to get his boots on the ground. He hadn't yet pulled his sword, so Desmond easily grabbed hold of him, sliding the hidden blade between his ribs. Unfortunately, the next two landed with their swords already drawn, and Desmond could hear more footsteps fast approaching. "Shit, how many of you are there?"

He heard a shriek from above, and looked up just in time to dodge a guard falling from the rooftop, an arrow lodged in his chest. He landed with a dull, wet thud. Desmond spared a glance up towards Achille, who was already nocking another arrow. "Oh, this should be a peace of cake, then."

Desmond crossed blades with the two guards closest to him, parrying and deflecting their attacks. One of them leaped forward with an arcing swing of their sword. Desmond dodged under and to the side of the swing, then came around behind the off-balance guard, slitting his throat.

Another shriek, another thud. Desmond easily dispatched his next opponent, sweeping him off his feet and then skewering him where he fell. But the next guards approached together, and Desmond had to shift his focus to defense again.

Shriek, thud. One of the guards tried to bring his sword down on Desmond's head, who used both blades to intersect it. In the sword's reflection, Desmond saw another guard coming from behind him. "I've got you now, assassino!" Desmond shoved his current attacker off and spun around, swinging his blade in a wide arc. But as soon as his blade hit the guard's chest, he disappeared into mid-air.

Desmond growled. "Are yOU KIDDING ME!?!?!"

Shriek, thud.

A low chuckle from one of the guardsmen. "Jumping at shadows, boy? Ready for someone to put you out of your misery?" Desmond turned on his heel and lunged for the unlucky dastard's face, plunging both of the hidden blades deep into his eyesockets.

What few guards remained turned tail and ran.

Shriek, thud. Desmond turned once again to Achille, who was now clambering down the building, bow in hand. "They were already running, y'know."

Achille landed on the street, and shrugged. "They picked the fight. The least they could do is have the decency to see it through."

Desmond chuckled, then rubbed his shoulder. "Well, whether Piera caught the target or not, by now, she'll be heading back to base. We should be, too." He looked down at his swelling ankle. "No crazy parkour shit though."

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Ezio was pacing back and forth across the wooden floor, combing his hand through his hair. Piera had gotten back with her report on the mission two hours ago. He had already sent ten otherwise idle assassins out searching for Desmond, and he was deliberating about sending more.

"He has returned!" Came a voice from the door.

Ezio raced to the door. His stomach lurched when he saw Desmond, covered in blood and limping, except. . . He was also smiling? There he was, covered head-to-toe in blood, and grinning ear-to-ear!

"Desmond? Are you. . ." He looked Desmond up and down. Bloody. Beaming. "Did you hit your head?"

"Ezio!" Desmond threw his arms up wide, flinging blood on the assassins unfortunate enough to be standing near him. "No, I'm just fine! Well, I wrecked my ankle, but not nearly so much as I wrecked all of the guards!"

Ezio laughed. "So, you determined that what you needed was catharsis, and that any guard would suffice?"

"Well no, actually," Desmond responded a bit sheepishly. "I let them get the drop on me, believing they weren't real."

Ezio very abruptly stopped laughing. "You WHAT -"

"Can we discuss it later? I know it's a problem, but I'm currently riding a high, and I would like to enjoy it."

Ezio started to object, but instead wrapped an arm over Desmond's shoulders. "Later then." He lifted his arm, and stared in horror at the gloopy mess now dripping from it. "Dio mio, someone needs to give you a bath."

Desmond smirked. "Are you volunteering?"

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I don't ever think of myself as a creative person, so I am ABSOLUTELY blaming @sulfies that I have done this again, lol. I hope you enjoyed though! Much less bleed effect whump this time around, and much less re-reading to check that it makes sense, lol. Hyperfixation + insomnia = I wrote another story, but now it's a quarter to six in the morning and I may low-key hate myself tomorrow (today?). Thanks for reading!

#assassin's creed #fanfic #heavy bleed effect au #cw blood #ezio auditore #desmond miles #I also didn't sleep at all last night so whoops #death by insomnia any% speedrun #but i got to write another story! so it was worth it!#the words just kept wording! and thats still very new to me!#should that all have been one story? idk! idc! (i mean of course i care but you get the gist)

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