‘I wailed throughout the captain’s quarters, my melodies like a siren song to my man’s ears. His body and mine laid upon a majestic bed, all hot and sweaty in the heat of passion. We embraced each other, our legs tangling between the messy sheets. I grazed the Mohawk warrior’s chiseled abs before I scrambled on top of him. I straddled his waist while my palms roamed his sculpted torso. I then placed my lips to his ear.
“You are a fast learner, Connor.”’
Confession [@haythamsenpai]
Seeing my lover completely naked with his ass in the air and his arms folded neatly in front of him, sends a shiver down my spine. When Arno had told me he wanted this, I was initially surprised. After giving it some thought, I agreed and he gleefully began to explain exactly what he wants from this.
Watching him prepare himself proved extremely difficult. I wanted so badly to open him up myself, but my beloved Arno, the clever imp, insisted on doing it himself. He knew exactly how much I love to be teased. Once he deemed himself ready, he beckoned me with a single curled finger and come-hither eyes.
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Confession [@catpop12343]
The cellar was a spacious room with nothing but shelves on all sides, filled with tainted glass bottles of wine. Besides the owner and I, there was another customer in the room too. I did not pay much mind to him for it was not odd seeing someone else in here. However, what was odd about him was his attire: only white robes and heavily armed. A guard?
“Anything new will be located here in the first three shelves. Everything else are the regular signatures and local favorites. Please, pick out as much as you would like.”
“Sí, grazie.”
After that, the room went silent and my walk around the glass gallery began. Red, bold, light, fruity and earthy. For tonight’s purpose of getting drunk, I picked a bottle with the highest amount of alcohol and one of the newer recipes the brewer mentioned for support. As I extended my hand to grab the neck of the bottle, his hand gently grazed past mine. The guard’s. Quickly, I retracted my hand and looked over to my left. When he moved to my side, I could not say. I must have been lost in my thoughts again.
“Mi dispiace signore. The bottle is yours.”
As I apologized, the male chuckled, moved his hand to rest on his hip and turned his profile to see me.
“No need to apologize bellissima.”
It was not the cheesy compliment that made me speechless. No, I have heard plenty of those back in my primal days. I paid no attention to his words actually. It was his gorgeous appearance that really made me doubt his profession as a guard. For one, he wore no helmet. I was able to distinguish how well-groomed both his brown, neck length hair and facial hair was, the fairness in the coloring of his skin tone, the glimmer of interest in his dark brown eyes, and the playfulness in his smile despite how much he has already aged.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
It started as an accident—a simple, innocent little incident—and the young Assassin didn’t know how to feel about it. It all started when he scraped his groin against the desk. He didn’t mean to do it. Oh no, not at all. He just needed to grab ingredients from the kitchen shelves as ordered by Achilles. But then euphoria ignited his loins while he did so.
He never brought it up with the old man, no matter how disconcerted it made him. Such matters embarrassed him too much to discuss in the open. He didn’t want to discuss it with someone not of his tribe, either. So, he left the subject untouched until nightfall.
Connor laid upon his four-poster bed with eyes wide open. He couldn’t sleep until he dealt with this strange issue of his. He felt relieved that Achilles gave him a separate upstairs bedroom to sleep in, far away from the old man’s lower-level chamber. Wearing nothing but a night-shirt, Connor pushed the bedsheets aside and reached for his nether regions. He put his hand right above his loins, unsure of where to begin, or even how to get those gratifying sparks going again.
Confession [@haythamsenpai]
Mary is her name. His true name. A bold white Englishwoman, with shades of brown coloring both her beaded hair and eyes. I leaned in the rest of the way and pressed my lips against hers again. Together, we shared another passionate kiss like before but this time…Mary began to eagerly remove my clothing. Resisting was never an option for me, rather, I helped her slip away each piece of garment until I was fully naked. Afterwards, she pushed me down on the bed, my head now resting on a comfortable pillow. I fixed my positioning as well, raising my arms up to hide them underneath the pillow and spreading my legs open, to further display myself unto her.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
I felt Bayek’s strong, warm body and his beard scratching against my face. While I leaned in to give him a kiss, I inhaled his musky odor. Lowering my gaze, I noticed my hands were wet from Bayek’s sweat. He probably didn’t have enough time to take a bath. His smell was very manly, but I knew he couldn’t stay sweaty forever.
“Would you like to visit the bathhouse with me, Bayek?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I need now. Lead on!”
Confession [@filifuck]
There he was. Even more gorgeous than the last time I remembered him to be. My heart fluttered with joy, with anticipation. I wanted to be near him, hear his voice, and smell the Jasmine in his robes. We did leave things in a small misunderstanding the last time we spoke. Perhaps it was time…to make amends. Slowly, I slid the door to the side and stepped into the next train car where Henry was. With each step I took, the scent of Jasmine grew stronger and his beautiful features grew more detailed. Slick, neatly combed hair, dark skin, pierced ears, chocolate eyes, long eyelashes, and a slim, firm body. The same body I wanted to overpower me…that lustful night…My love for Henry was never a phase.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
Running, I leapt from roof to roof until I found the building that had the Brotherhood’s insignia engraved before the entrance. Through the opening, I climbed my way down inside the Bureau. When my boots touched the floor, I turned and pulled my hood down to get a proper view of my surroundings. It was both spacious and silent. The sun’s rays peering through the top was enough to be a source of light. I could only imagine what this space would look like at night. Around me were potted plants, vines growing through the top that hung comfortably against wall decors, a small fountain and a few rugs laid across the floors accompanied by many plush pillows. There was only a door frame to pass through, and after crossing stone floors, I was greeted by a man working on a piece of parchment with a quill in hand.
His head was bowed, and his eyebrows frowned against his forehead. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it with such an intense concentration. I blinked. It was such an admirable sight; I was worried that my presence here would be a sort of disturbance. As I turned to walk away in hopes to return at a more appropriate time, a voice stopped me.
“Hold. What do you think you are doing? You are late enough as it is.”
Stern, sharp and with a slight accent to his words, the man was speaking to me. I turned back around to see that the man had not once removed his eyes from his work.
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Confession [@x-klamstrakur]
It was the most exhausting day I ever had at work. Making deliveries all day wasn’t the idea I had in mind when I started working for a restaurant. I am now sitting on a bench, at the bus stop, when I felt my phone vibrate. Maybe it was just another notification from a random social media I have?
It was Arno.
“Hey Babe. When are you coming over? Shay’s with me and we’re waiting for you to watch a movie together.”
Shay…Didn’t see him since he moved back to Boston a year ago. I remember the gift Arno and I gave him: a final threesome. Yeah, I can still hear his screams along with Arno’s.
Confession [@just-a-transboy]
‘You open your mouth to apologize yet again but his demeanor tells you it’s a lost cause. If nothing you say will remedy the situation, you’ll have to use other means.
Coming up behind him and resting your hands on his shoulders, you lean down and say in a sultry voice, “How about I make it up to you hmm?” as you slowly wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his.
Jacob seems to consider it a moment as he pauses in his cleaning to tilt his head towards yours and the sly grin that comes across his face tells you whatever he had just thought of doesn’t bode well for you.
“Strip” he orders in a clipped tone, eyes narrowing and looking directly into yours. You swallow nervously. He was definitely upset with you.”’
confession [@datnovice]
Hello my darlings!
I joined the bordello to simply make graphics for all of your marvelous confessions and here I am writing a full length fic instead—my first one in 8 years as a matter of fact! This marble has been rolling around in my head for quite some time now. What I thought would be a short idea dump quickly took on a life of its own. Signore Frye certainly has that effect on people. 😏 I believe this is our first gender neutral reader insert fic for him as well!
Special thanks to Shao Jun for proofing and the wonderful comments she left along the way. Thanks to Signora Paola as well for the cover gif. 💜
AO3 link is at the end in case anyone would like to do me the honor of giving kudos, bookmarking, or leaving a comment! 😊
~Sister Teodora