#ezides

[monsterdesmond]

hhhhhhhh sorry for not being able to get to the chapter out, wombo combo of issues on my end again 💦💦💦

Have a little bit more of the ezides fic! With extra angst!

[sneaky-eel]

[eiswolfzero]

Sketches to Chapter 7 of my ff and Ezio is having feelings~

[iveseenthatlovebefore]

OK GUYS QUICK POLL BECAUSE I NEED EXTERNAL SUPERVISION

So.

I need The Council's opinion because I accidentally wrote a short and smutty little Ezio/Desmond thing.

(And I truly do mean ACCIDENTALLY because I wrote it PG-13 at first... then found out that Tumblr actually allowed straight up written smut instead of, ya know, vague fade to black/insinuation bullshit, and promptly lost all moral restraint.)

Worse—this is also my first time sharing smut lmao so now I'm at war with my own posting instincts.

Tumblr option: I slap it on here, clearly marked for skipping (for those who want more fun story than smut hehe,) and remain spiritually free and unburdened by ao3 perfectionism. If I later write a longer version—because apparently I cannot do anything without world-building—then that can go on AO3.

Or AO3 option: I save it—and immediately start acting like I'm crafting a sacred manuscript instead of just straight up writing EziDes filth. And again, if I later want to write a longer, plot heavier, smuttier version, I can post it as like, Chapter 2: EXTENDED VERSION maybe.

What should I do?

Post first smut on Tumblr now and preserve my freedom

Save first smut for ao3 and make it a two-chapter horny event

Obey the intrusive thoughts and do both (⊙‿⊙✿)

Voting ended onMay 29

Please advise in my hour of need.

[eiswolfzero]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence 

Relationships: Ezio Auditore da Firenze/Desmond Miles, Claudia Auditore da Firenze & Desmond Miles, Leonardo da Vinci & Desmond Miles, Juno (Assassin's Creed) & Desmond Miles Characters: Desmond Miles, Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Juno (Assassin's Creed), Claudia Auditore da Firenze, Leonardo da Vinci, Niccolò Machiavelli 

Additional Tags: Time Travel, POV Multiple, (no more than 2 per chapter), Isu Bullshit (Assassin's Creed), Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Suicidal Ideation, (but very briefly but its Desmond), Desmond Miles Lives, Post-Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF Desmond Miles, Desmond Miles Needs a Hug, Desmond Miles Needs a Nap, Juno is an asshole, and won't let him rest, Chronic Pain, Tags will be updated as needed, BAMF Ezio Auditore da Firenze 

Summary:

Desmond touched The Eye to save the world and expected to burn. In a last moment of sheer stubbornness he pulled Juno out of the Eye and into his body, trying to make them both pay for the Isu's meddling and his choice. But Juno was just as stubborn and in a fit of rage flung them into the past.

Now in Rome with an insane Isu as a roomate in his body, Desmond tries to survive and think of his next steps. If only Juno could stop meddling for once in her long life and leave him alone.

[eiswolfzero]

found this fun pose reference but couldn't make it work past the sketch page but at least this looks cool

[sneaky-eel]

“Are you seriously going to lay there and make me do everything?” ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ

“I am an old man, Bello♥️. Surely you understand?” (─‿‿─)♡

[monsterdesmond]

Hello! Here's some more on the ezides fic I'm slowly pecking away at 💖

Ezio slipped from the window of the bedroom of a dalliance. A beautiful woman, one that any man would have been lucky to take to bed. All athletic and toned, a hypnotising sway to her movements underneath tanned skin and with dark and curly hair. A shallow taste of the one that he wanted most, but it settled that infuriating itch he suffered since his father had shown him that demon and had denied the ability to leave him leashed in his room. Honestly, if father let him have the demon, he would not seek dalliances that looked anything like him. Not… that he said that at all. His poor mother might actually perish if he were to proclaim how madly he wanted that demon.

Then again, she would also perish if she knew he was regularly visiting the demon as well. But that was Desmond’s fault for being so very pretty and so very interesting.

Slipping into the cell in the estate (how foolish his father was for having him on the grounds), Ezio easily brought out the copy of that key that he had gotten, slipping it into the lock to the first door, and then the walking the dark earthen path that led inwards into the one cell that was underneath the estate. Because his father was, in this one instance, quite foolish, he had never been down here since showing Ezio the ‘shame’ of their family, and quite honestly, he did not think that his father had been down there in the years before. So there was nothing said about how Desmond actually had a number of pillows to lay on, or that he was regularly fed, or that he had a number of candles and a means of lighting them, or books to read or things to write or doodle on. Or that there were torches regularly lit in his chambers so that he did not need to suffer in darkness, even if the fractured ruby-like features on his body glowed so ethereally in the shadows. 

Desmond, his personal incubus, was casually eating an apple when he stepped in and lounged on his pillow pile, those absolutely alien eyes swiveling towards him as his teeth, sharp and also looking like slivers of fractured ruby, easily sliced through the delicate skin and so very neatly carved a piece of apple into that plush looking mouth. Ezio had never envied an apple, but in that moment for the ability for the apple to be that close and to feel that mouth and those lips and those teeth, he was.

“Hey!” Desmond managed past the mouthful of apple. 

“Good morning, Desmond,” Ezio beamed, lightly stepping over to the door and slotting the key into it. Another foolish thing, to have one key work for so many locks pertaining to Desmond. But beneficial in his part, as he lightly stepped over, taking Desmond’s face in his hands and giving his cheeks a peck each, even as Desmond half heartedly protested. The fact that his personal incubus was so grumpy about being touched was so heart breaking! When it was time to perch Desmond’s ass in his lap, there would be far too much banter and not enough touching at this rate!

“Did you come here after getting laid? Gross,” Desmond whined, pulling away from him and busying himself with his apple.

“I need outlets!” Ezio chuckled, shameless.

“How about different outlets than vagina?” Desmond muttered poutily.

Ezio laughed, sitting by Desmond’s sprawled out form and shamelessly eyeing him. 

Desmond never wore clothing, but honestly the dark, jagged scales covered most of the scandalous bits. While there were strips of leathery dark red, scaley skin, allowing him such fluid movement, the scales ran over his hips, ass, thighs, legs, up his sides, along his arms, over his shoulders and along the sides of his face. The base of his tail, branching off of his spine, snuggly protected the scaly skin of his ass crack, and even if Desmond swayed his tail when bored or was playing with it if even more bored, Ezio had regretfully never gotten even the slightest peek. And in all of his shameless looking, had already come to the conclusion that Desmond either had a vagina or an internal cock, based on his crotch showed nothing but scales that shaped themselves to form a seam along it. Honestly either or even both was totally fine with Ezio, he toted himself as something of a master of pulling pleasure from those with the former, and beyond eager to learn and even more eager to please the latter on Desmond, if either were the case. 

“Tell me,” Ezio purred, so very badly wishing to reach out and touch. Even with his night, he still craved and wanted and <i>needed</i>. He did not think that tracking down olive toned, dark haired beauties with hypnotic fluidity to their hips would tide him over for much longer. “Does my seeking pleasure bother you so much?”