‘Is it sad that I really want Jacob and Arno to fuck? Like I want Jacob to just completely dominate Arno, turn him into a total sub twink begging for more of Jacob’a cock.’
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I love Starrick’s voice. That man could just whisper sweet nothings to me and end me right there and I would die happy. Whoops..
‘I just want to slide my tongue from Jacob’s cock, all the way to his neck and retreat back down where I will firmly grasp his shaft and shove him down my throat. He would grab my hair tightly, thrusting in and out of my mouth as he tells me what a good job I’m doing and how I’m a good girl. And after all that, I’d stand while raking my nails up and down his spine gingerly and give him a grin with the quote, “And you’ve been a good boy as well.”’
On hot summer nights in Paris, I’d like to think Arno sleeps in the nude. I’d be a maid working at Cafe Theatre who gets to wake Monsieur Dorian up in the morning … probably with my face in between his thighs, his massive length going in between my lips … with barely a ‘good morning’ he’d flip me onto the bed and remove my skirts before pounding into me, and as soon as he finishes me off, he’d pull on his breeches and calmly help himself to the breakfast I brought in …
‘Ezio and Haytham are such daddies.’
Mister Frye, as seen by many as the dominant type. But what people don’t know, is that he adores watching his beloved ride him all night, and when he tries to take control, they push him back onto the bed which arouses him even more.
Confession by @phantomicangel
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‘Arno is so damned attractive I could scream. Every time I see his face I imagine those beautiful, perfect lips smothering my pussy, as his tongue works me towards my shivering, writhing climax. I like to imagine his hair loose and untied, as I run my fingers through it as he eats me out, the stubble on his chin tickling my inner thighs.’
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Confession [@idiotgangleader]
‘I can’t help but think about Shay making love to me on his desk in the Morrigan. My legs squeezing the sides of his bare hips, nails clawing at the scarred flesh of his broad shoulders. Shay has his forehead buried in my crook of my collarbone, mouth open, teeth clamped together as he lets out desperate groans while he ruts into me at varying speeds. Fuck.’
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I’m not much into Templar lovin’ but this one made me feel a little breathless, my dear confessor. (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)
~ Signora Paola